I like butterflies
And blue skies,
Clouds puffy white
And flying a kite.
I like birds singing
And geese winging,
A dew kissed rose
And a sunrise glow.
I love a starry night
A yellow moon bright,
Dreams that delight
And an ice-cream bite.
What pleases my senses
Over rose covered fences
Is a countryside scene
And tall trees of green.
I like to lay in wildflowers
Daydreaming for hours
In the sweet scented air
Under sunbeams glare.
I adore ghost tales scary
And wild mountain berry,
Camping on a wooded hill,
The cry of a whippoorwill.
I'm charmed by things I see
But the child inside me
Dreams of the in-between,
Things that can't be seen.
I'm delighted by fairytales
And wishing-wells,
I believe in magic spells
And gnomes dwell in dells.
I'm enchanted by stories old
And rainbows pot of gold,
The sounds the sea made
And a quiet forest glade.
I believe fairies live in trees
And there's a child inside me
Who loves the magic of dreams
When worries grow extreme
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