There's a place out there
That's like a Fantasy...
Nothing is like it,
anyone can see that...
The sun is shining, the trees are all different...
The wind blows my hair, as I feel through the air...
The sun peaks from behind the mountain,
The cold defeats the warmth in the air...
She stands on the edge of the earth
looking out across the land...
Who tends the heart of this ocean
As its rage beats in each wave...
Just above the horizon
the sun is climbing high...
I ask the Mockingbird
In the midst of his aria...
A Deep Dark Night
Spead blackness in the sky...
I once knew a flower,
a flower so grown...
Flickering with elation deep within the water,
Pixies glow graciously to speak of love...
Summer time smiles, drifting into Autumn filled...
Emerald locked leaves, fade to browns cascading...