Laurelin M. Estel

My Imagination

My imagination takes me to a place
Where the sky is green and the grass is blue;
Where the clouds are trees and trees are clouds;
Where dirt is white and fog is brown;

Where all of your wildest dreams are not too hard to fathom;
Where horses are unicorns and pigs can fly;
Where my thoughts can run wild like children through the forest;

Where the sea has stars and the sky has waves;
Where I can join the knights’ crusade or visit Camelot;
Where dragons fly and kings reside.

My imagination runs deep as an endless ocean
As far as east is to ...