Lying in my room Tired from reading for once I open the windows and light comes in
As the light comes in Lovely ideas enter I let the river stream in through my place
There is a small hill It's covered in violets White narcissus, gentle pink Mayflowers October poppies, tickling daises, roaring snapdragons, and roses galore
A wonderful hill Then my eyes shift to the plains Oh! What beautiful rolling plains they are!
Golden stalks of wheat Waving in the gentle wind Lilac spots of heather, pearl hydrangea
A million miles on I spy a girl gazing far Gazing at something, oh, what could it be? Is it the coastline? Can she see the sea? A mermaid at play? Now what could it be?
Curious, I turn And look at what e'er she sees And what did we see there together? Oh!
What I saw ... unique A golden gleaming sunset Leaving streaks of rainbows across the sky
Rainbows of color Amethyst, scarlet, and rose Emerald, coral, azure, and saffron Iridescent light! Intricate prisms! Beckoning sunbeams! Kaleidoscope skies!
Glance straying back to her Magnificent crimson hair Starry lavender eyes, glossy smooth skin.
Inspirational Wise and mature, joyful, kind Like someone with whom I could be a friend
Out of reverie I am alone in my room Am I sad? No! Imagination is ... The Place to escape. The Place to enjoy. The Place for big dreams. The Place light comes in.