A Child's Imagination

 

High up in the sky, Far beyond any man’s reach, Lives a land like no other Nestled way upon the clouds.Up in these clouds Fantasies live And fiction becomes reality. Mountains rise from the ground, And rivers flow Through great valleys and ravines. Birds of every shape and color fly; Some that nobody has ever seen. When a child is lucky enough, They can be born to see This wonderful world Created by imagination. Anyone can make it If they can just dream it. The hard part is believing, Because that is where dreams come true.

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