In a world where there’s witches and warlocks
Were magic is natural and fantasy becomes reality,
Fairies flourish in the green pastures,
Even mummies roam like humans.
This world is hidden form the ordinary eye
It revolves behind the human mind.
Tricks of nature becomes treasures of gold,
Secrets go on without being unfurled.
Here in this world your mysteries are the beauty foretold.
Even the rain comes with the aroma of fruits and even pastries
In this garden nothing is forbidden,
Shadows can be dark
But the stars will still twinkle,
Rainbows will soar through the cloudless skies,
Only to bring laughter to the eagles that flies.
Oh what a sight for sore eyes,
To wake each day only to play in the mountains that is forever safe.
Oh what joy it is to sleep in the wind while birds sing you lullabies of spring.
Here in this jungle filled of everything but sin,
You’ll wish to never leave
You’ll try your best to enjoy all that’s there to explore,
But as long as you’re here, time no longer exists,
While you’re here nothing is real nor is it fake,
Though the beauty is hard to resist,
You’re memories of the real would will not be diminished
Sometime to come you’ll grow tired of the spring songs,
The view will grow old but never will you.
As great as this fantasy may sound
Reality is time that moves on.
Here in this world you’ll only be deprived,
You’ll never be hurt; you’ll never have reason to cry
Some imperfections are better than perfection
This is why even the perfect fantasy,
Will never be enough without a tiny hint of a cruel reality.
Land Of Perfection
by Samantha Mathura