My imagination sets sails on lotus leaves and paper boats;
for I never ment to travel far.
But to picture the little mermaid’s adventure
along the foamy edge of oean’s floor!
My imagination builds nests high up in tall trees.
Made of sticks and twigs; materials ordinary and free.
Just to be close to singing birds and whispering winds!
My imagination constructs castles in the clouds;
the morphing mist,
To four corners of the world it drifts.
Trips to seven wonders on thrifty ticket!
My imagination places palaces on mountain tops
in fairytale grandeur.
Surrounded by celestial view and solitude!
To grasp the angles and the heavens .
My imagination builds doll houses on carpets
Of magic weave.
And carries me to the land of make believe!
As innocent as child’s world, plots no evil
Mansions of magnificence my imagination builds
With no mortgage bills!