Once
upon a treetop time
Sitting
in a world that was all mine
I
flew through the clouds on fine feathered wings
As
my ears were lavished by the songs an angel sings
In
a place full of wonder and missing all doubt
Melodic
calm and certainties carried throughout
Over
hills of rolling vibrancy, splendid green and fine
Wild
thoughts and vivid laughter, every bit of it all mine
In
a world of my own making
In
a time that’s all my own
Feeling
untethered as a soaring bird
I
relish in the alone
Where
judgment cannot find me
Expectations
and deadlines derail
This
is the place my heart drifts off to
A
world where fantasy and whimsy prevail.
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