Quiet! There’s A “sh” In Front Of Angry-La Poem by Dan Reynolds

Let me take you on a journey
to a land where I once played
Where nature sculpted landscapes
so bizarre, they seemed man-made

Across a bridge of moss and stone
that spun with each step took
till all your senses merged as one
Your ears could smell, your nose could look.

No barriers to hold you back
No rules or regimen to follow
The choice to dredge the blackest Ocean
or soar aboard a giant swallow

There, where paupers sat on thrones
firing wishes from their palms
While kings and queens seemed quite content
to plough the meadow, tend the lambs

Where all that was, had never been
The past was yet to come
A rehearsal for reversal land
revealed, only to some

And where with luck the Happy Tree
shed its leaves o’er every nation
Does this land seem familiar yet?
It's called, Imagination.