Magic is spring

What if there was
a place in your imagination

Where mice were really dwarves
building underground housing units

When insects flew, fairies
took flight to dust

Where flowers bring
color to a once white blanket
Held in Mother Tortoise's
arms as she rocks her child to sleep

Soon my little child
your time will come to awaken

This world needs love
Rising from its soil
watch the little folk

With eyes open
not as pests

They have much to teach
you have much to learn

Fyn you are the child
of Mother Tortoise's son

Peace awakens from dreams
fresh on a spring morning

Breathing happiness
on winds round the world

What if there was
a place in your imagination.

Magic