If I so ever felt inclined to fall again
he would have to love to dance with trees
listen to the whispers of the wind, for they tell stories
he would need to be able to embrace insanity
lets face it, the whole world is quite mad
he would have to love everyone as I do
seek to brighten their lives, if even in a mere smile
be inclined to adore fairy tales and magic
they have to exist or we would have never dreamt them
there is so much I love that I wish to share
he would have to want to share it as well
with me, with the Earth
whilst creating our own world