• The day
    The giant fireball in the sky
    Rays of sun dancing on the hot ground
    Light beaming down through the trees
    Casting emerald green shadows that whip and twirl with the passing breeze
    Birds call
    A bright bubbling sound
    Setting a line between reality and dreams
    A small line
    A wiry line
    An easily broken line
    This is a time of imagination
    A time when the fire of the world is alive and in motion
    Racing and dashing
    Laughing and taunting
    A soft kiss on the cheeks
    A gentle breeze to touch the lips
    The lips of fantasists
    The lips of the days ahead…