Driving down magic road
I think of all the possibilities
Of a world like Narnia existing;
Where animals could talk
Telling me of the mermaids
That swam in the sea.

My dad and I are just driving
Along the back roads, yet
Oddly, I find it inspiring.
The same old fields and forests
Seem to be the same as
The ones surrounding my house.

Yet these ones hold tales
Of creatures only heard of
In fiction. I can see them,
Elves that live in trees
And those trees with
Spirits of their own.

They whisper to me,
Spinning tales of a dark magic
Placed upon them by an evil overlord.
Their pleas have reached human ears.
I’m told that troops have been
Formed, readying for war.

But the story is cut short
As my dad takes a new road
And I find myself back at home
Wondering of tree spirits and curses
Wondering what will become of
The creatures of the forest.