08-18-2008, 11:48 PM
Once there was a Fairyland
For just one week.
It was dark there and yet light,
Those clouds warmed us so at night.
Every little princess had a thousand
Hundreds little crowns with ten per leaf.
The nights there are velvet, black but
You still can feel
The air as horses nuzzling
The wind blowing sweet sakura scent.
The green décor come fresh, Never
been trampled still.
Just one week, and then that
Magic Arkansan spring,
When no one's gone to Mexico,
Slowly turns into normal
Spring with clear skies and more flowers
But somewhere thrown aside its zing.