Emy and the Day of Wondrous Whys

In a small, snug town where the breezes blew soft, lived Emy, a girl whose thoughts soared aloft. On a bright, sunny day, under skies clear and blue, she asked her dear dad, “What is it you do?” Her dad, with a smile as wide as the moon, replied, “I help dreams to take flight and then zoom! I guide bright minds, their ideas to unfurl, turning great dreams into flags that we twirl.”

“But how, dear Papa, do you make this true?” asked Emy, her eyes sparkling like morning dew. “I listen, I guide, and connections I make, help dreamers to give, not just to take.” “And how, oh how, did you start this quest?” she asked, her mind not pausing to rest. “By learning and doing, by trial and by error, embracing both joy and the occasional terror.”

“What makes you so good, dad, at this game?” she asked. “Is it fame? Is it name? Is it fame?” “It’s not about glory, or fame, or just fun, but because I love helping, and there’s much to be done.” “How do you help, in this big dreamy sea?” Emy inquired, as curious as could be. “I help them to think, to plan, and to grow, to turn their bright sparks into a warm, glowing glow.”

“But if they're just starting, have no gold or no treasure, how can they pay you, in what way, in what measure?” He smiled and said, “I'm funded, you see, by groups who believe in dreams just like me!” “But why would they pay for the dreams you enhance?” Emy wondered, as in her head thoughts did dance. “Because dreams that succeed,” he said with a twirl, “make a happier, kinder, and more wonderful world.”

Then Emy, eyes wide, with wonder and awe, Said, “Daddy, your job is the best I ever saw! How can I do this, in future’s wide space?” “You learn, and you dream, and you find your own place.” So as the day faded, and stars came to glow, Emy dreamt of the places that she too might go. In a world full of dreams, and of ideas that sing, she knew she could do, oh, just about anything!”