The World Of My Own. Poem by Sarah Ali

In the world of my own imagination
i would get lost not to be found
until i roam around

i would see fish climbing the tree
birds exploring the sea
plants having there early morning tea
and bees selling their honey

getting a million hugs
from a thousand bugs
and in my dreams which are rather bizarre
I'd catch some of them and keep them in a jar

fishing for the moon and the stars
tasting some of the delicious clouds
i would cheer aloud

i may even touch the sky, reach the sun
oh! and i would feel proud
with no sorrow, no regret

telling the truth
i like it better than reality
coz here is where i feel joviality

it would be a world completely mine
where i would rise, where i would shine
so, in the world of my own imagination

i would get lost not to be found
until i roam around....