Words are sometimes found,
And sometimes not,
But when they do a story flourishes,
Flourishes to life,
They create a different world,
Where fairies are common,
Dwarfs are friendly,
Dragons roar with laughter,
And kings rule with leniency,
Where the farmers are in high spirits,
And the stars are smiling,
Where the sun rises every day,
And the rain that falls is gentle,
Fields are overflowing with color,
Like a meadow in spring,
Never does one go to sleep,
Go to sleep with a heavy heart,
Where animals are friends,
With spirits of a child’s dream,
Where evil is not a word,
And hours are wasted through bliss,
Days are light,
With crisp leaves flying,
Fire burning,
To warm those around,
As elders tell their stories of a world,
A world in a book called reality.
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