In the world of fantasy
Where nothing is for real
There are no buildings anywhere
But only open fields

Where everything is colorful
And nothing ever dies
Where love can last forever
'Cause there is no need for time

All the skies are baby blue
With picture postcard clouds
A land so free and beautiful
No humans are allowed

There are forest clearings
Where all the birds will sing
Chirping happy melodies
In the silence of the spring

The sun sets over mountain peaks
Making all the skies glow red
The night falls, and the wind calls out
For all the animals to go to bed

The waves are crashing
In the ocean breeze
And then we wake up
From our dreams

 

For: Cynthia Sullivan
May 1985