“Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden 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. Yeats, The Wind Among the Reeds 1899

“And Every day, Everywhere our  Children spread their dreams beneath our feet, and we should tread softly” Emphasis added by:- Sir. Ken Robinson.