I wish I could run away, to a magical place.

Where I would be happy, with a smile on my face.

I could be young, and have a new start.

I would never grow old, or have a sad heart.


There is no worries, and there is no fear.

I would have many friends, and lots of cheer.

We would play all day, and all night as well.

I think it would be heaven, instead of hell.


But alas... there is no, never never land.

I can only be me, and not Peter Pan.

This life that I live, is lonely at best.

I've built the strength, to survive any test.


After I grow old and die, a ghost I will be.

Haunting these people, who are hurting me.

I shall get revenge, in a tormented sort of way.

Reeking havoc in there lives, until there dying day.


I guess that will be, my never never land.

I guess that will be, where I make my last stand.

I will laugh, and laugh, and laugh some more.

I will have lots of fun, without being a bore.


And so I leave you, with this thought on your mind.

Today might be hell, but tomorrow you must find.

A way to get even, and a way to have fun.

Because in the afterlife, it is them that will run.

Life's river's so wild

We may never cross it

Temptations lure us

But the chasm's too far

Love's a blessing or curse

For better or worse

I'm ready

Whenever you are

She sketches the outline

Them darkens the pencils

Adding traces of fine shade



Time passes and her skill shows

As the picture begins to form

To stand out for the viewer to see



Each drawing is with loving care

They are like children to her

Nutured and made with love



Fairies dance with radiant colour

You can almost feel their smiles

The art glows as if it is alive



There is magic on that paper

That comes alive when you look

The perfection of a true artist

Without the sun
The moon has forgotten how to shine
I always thought it was made of cheese
I guess i was wrong

I wonder at your beauty, strong
Your height tells me you've stood there long
Your beauty protrudes from limbs so grand
Providing cover where you stand...

You glisten in the morning dew
As the sky does lighten
A mother robin does joins you, true
Upon your sturdy arms, which, do her brighten...

Your provide such shelter
From the helter-skelter
For creatures, such as squirrels and possums
Above the wildflowers' lovely blossoms...

Now and then, a cat does race
To, frantically, its quarry chase
And, bird do find your crown
Helpful as they look around...

Sometime ago, you were but a shoot
Which could have been stomped underfoot
Now, you show your majesty
By having grown into a tree.