A world of dolls and tea parties
and holding sunbeams in your hand.
Sliding down a rainbow
and building castles in the sand.
A world adorned with lace and ruffles
and ribbons and golden hair,
And elves and purple mushrooms
and fairies everywhere.
Where a child can ride a butterfly
and kiss a frog into a prince,
Where the trees are made of gumdrops
with leaves of peppermint.
A world sealed in security-
absent of worry and despair
A world where only children go,
For growing up you lose
the passage there.
-Michelle Bastian
