THE LAND OF IMAGINATION
Imagine a land
Far ago
Where fairies soar
In specks of crimson and blue
Over there by the majestic waterfall
Gallops two unicorns
Specks of sunlight glisten
On their golden horns
On top of the misty mountains
Perched high on the snow topped peak
Sits the red dragon, his yellow eyes searching
Guarding his lair
Beyond the mountain, in the endless forest
Dwells Nymphs and plants and trees that talk and sing
If you walk far over East you will find
The Elven folk's village. Merry and happy are they
With rounded pink faces and sparkling blue eyes
They sing songs of diamonds and gold
While feasting on a long wooden table
The elves play their wooden flutes and dance and sing
And you are dancing with them, firelight flickering on your hair
You then walk to their flower garden, which they are proud of
You can smell the flower's perfume. How lovely!
Then you come back to reality, of jobs and school
Sadness and loneliness.
And wished you were in the land of imagination
Once more
THE END
Stacie Russell
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