Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with gold and silver light, the blue and the dim and the dark cloths of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet. But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W. B. Yates.

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Every day, everywhere, our children spread their dreams beneath our feet. We should tread softly.

Ken Robinson