Imagination

The child ran into the garden to play,

Looked up at the sky and started to say:

“I’m a princess you see, and this my land,

I’m wearing a crown, and a sceptre in hand.”

The paper hat wobbled as she spun round and round,

And she dropped her stick right onto the ground.

She found a log, and it was her throne,

Her chariot a tree that was not yet grown. 

Her royal subjects bowed down to her,

Their bodies a stick and their heads a bur. 

She ruled the land with beauty and grace,

Her mind running an incredible pace,

Her imagination made flowers sing,

And she crowned a rose her beloved king.

She talked to a daisy, and granted her wish,

Sat by the pond and fed all the fish.

She imagined the birds sewed dresses for her,

As she watched them fly, in a beautiful blur.

She escorted an ant as it made its way home,

And gave queenly orders to the garden gnome. 

She wore her cape, all made out of leaves,

And strutted the land with royal ease.

After hearing her concert from the royal birds,

She pronounced her last speech with these graceful words:

“I’ve performed all my duties, my work here is done”,

And she ran back inside, out from under the sun. 

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