Pure Imagination

If you know to what I am referring, You. Have. A. Life.

A little girl looks up at the world.

Trees turn into long jets, leaves turn into wings. 

Far above her head they soar, 

Meshing with delicate wisps of cotton candy.

Her eyes are alight with the magic of purple and red, 

All at once threatening to disappear into shadows of black and blue.

She skips happily along paths of cobblestone, 

always careful not to fall into a pit of rushing water.

The little boy down the lane can see it, sense it, too.

The flowers sparkle when the fairies sprinkle their dust;

Owls and crickets whisper their plans to one another,

their language one only they can understand.

His ears strain against howling winds,

desperate to hear the epics told by stars and planets.

Playmates of all shapes and sizes appear out of nowhere,

ready for make-believe where nobody will see.

On opposite sides of the universe,

the little boy and the little girl sit carefully on dewy grass.

They gaze intently at the Milky Way, 

hoping they sit just still enough to feel the Earth spin.

Author's Note

Note on: Plagiarizing -- you can't plagiarize titles! (Not really anyways...). But just in case:
DISCLAIMER: THIS SONG WAS WRITTEN BY ROALD DAHL FOR HIS AMAZING BOOK, CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY.

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[jessthekitten]

Wow. That's really good. I have to enter 25 characters so yeah...