I'm always walking through these dark corridors,

And all around me are these vintage type mirrors ,

The wallpaper is dark but has white spread patterns,

But right at the end is a see-through tube,

As I walk down to see where it leads,

I fall down into a jungle of leaves,

and in that jungle of many kind of trees,

Theirs a pond with fairies around,

Parrots will sit calm as a mouse,

On a branch coming out of the old tree-house,

It's quite a twitch,

This reversal switch,

Of  darkness to light,

Like a seesaw of life.


By Larna Kira Kourtis.

~Peace~