In the land of imagination I travel,
feeling the tickle of my inhale.
Butterflies drift in rainbow welkins.
Red and blue infused in leaves wave.

In the land of imagination I linger,
as beings with magical wings spiral gracefully.
As guides sing in grand orchestration
ushering in the moment.
And with just a thought bespeaks become reality.

It's a grand place where heart is a field
of creative mist of waterfalls and dreams are just seconds away.