The Land Within the Wind

Lunchtime Tales, Ramblings / October 23, 2004 / John / 0

A little girl named Dot once thought the sky was made of sea
and up above that rolling ocean was another world to see.

And as she looked up from her garden
at the swirling cloudy skies
she thought that it must be a happy place
where no one ever cries.

Up above there, in the cloudses, there’d be birds as big as houses
and the mouses would be huge and grey and fluffy, and the louses?
Why the louses, they would scamper back and forward and would pamper
all the little baby louses in their houses in the wind.

And just imagine all the flowers, daffodils as tall as towers,
Daisies brightening the glowers of the world’s most grumpy men
And if only we could see them shining, show them to each other
pick a giant rose for Father and a buttercup for Mother,
from the land within the wind.

Among those lovely petals would be sparkling jewelled beasties
who would gather up the nectar of the flowers in the Spring,
taking pollen from one plant and buzzing off to see another
spreading life throughout the garden working extra hard to bring
wondrous colour, scent, and beauty to the land within the wind.

John

UNIX geek, wannabe cook, musician, book-lover, and all round good-guy.