Where Fantasy is Reality

With my purse on my shoulder

And my umbrella in my hand,

I let my mind wander

To a faraway land.

Where fantasy is reality

And reality is myth

Where fairies and dwarves

Are a pleasure to be with.

Where one travels in chariots

And not in cars,

Where people ride huge birds

And fly among the stars.

Where mermaids swim in lakes

And in azure seas,

Where they sing songs with their friends

As long as they please.

Where pixies sail tiny boats

On large, crystal clear ponds,

Where pixie children flutter

And play hide and seek in the fronds.

Where unicorns run

In open green fields

And eat the golden fruit

The Golden Tree yields.

To be with wonderful things

In the Imagination Landscape!

It’s safety for a quiet person,

Who needs and longs to escape.