The City Un-Named Poem by Anna Atchison

Sometimes,
When I drift away at night,
And see the pretty lights,
I think to myself,
If I were an elf,
I would take myself to this place,
This world so safe.
The place where nothing goes wrong,
And no one acts strong.
The place where the plants reach the sky,
And no one will lie.
The place where there is no assuming,
And the flowers are always blooming.
Oh what a wonderful place,
To enjoy your space.
The city un-named,
What a beautiful place.