Perfect World

My imagination brings me to sweet places ;)

I’m in a perfect world,

where lollipops grow on trees.

Where the skies are always blue,

and there are pink bees.

The fish grant wishes,

and each night the sirens sing.

The robins chirp sweetly

and the ladybugs spread their little wings.

The soft buzz of a fairy, flying in the air,

I see a something hopping, it's a fuzzy blue hare.

I’m in a perfect, wonderful, sweet world,

where lollipops grow on trees.

Reviews

[Green]

Ahhh, I love this idea and it's impressive that you can write good poetry at your 'under 13' age because I know I sure couldn't. Your world sounds amazing and so does your imagination but I do have a couple things to say.
You changed your rhyming pattern completely in the last paragraph. You went from abcb, to aabc and that kind of throws off the rhythm you'd developed. Otherwise, great job.

[wishystar]

Thank you so much for your thoughtful feedback and comments :)

[Green]

Your welcome

[Con O'Clast]

This is wonderful! A very sweet poem, brings me back to being a kid with a big imagination.

[wishystar]

Thank you! :) It was fun to write.