Upon Its Wings

Beyond the mountains
there lies a sea,
and on that sea
there floats a ship.

On that ship there is a map,
and on that map there is a line,
from the mountains,
far into the hills.

In the hills grows one tree,
and around that tree there is a wall;
Oh that wall, round and round,
Inside, a grove, so ethereal found.

In the grove shines a sun,
bright as the moon,
and at night the moon,
bright as the sun.

A million butterflies flit around,
flecked with gold,
a million dreams and wishes,
fluttering untold.

From my ship I send one fro,
to the tree, to the grove;
it carries my heart on its wings,
and in my dreams, I stop and sing.

Author's Note

I've finished this after a long hiatus. It's...ahaha, well, what can I say?

Reviews

[Worms]

very nicely done
a good use of imagery and a nice flow to it all
I like the initial looking out from the grove and then looking back
I think that all you need to add is a bit more about the grove, what's it look like?
things like that
all in all brilliant

[secret writer]

I really liked this one! It's different from your other ones, I think.