The world can be many things

Cruel.

Dead.

Sad.

So sometimes I resort to the world in my head

It’s full of life and warmth

You can touch the stars, sit on the moon

Dance in the sparkling rain or sleep in a field of flowers gold

Just don’t go to far or you’ll miss the flowers beneath you that bloom.

But I like to forget the world

Until I notice what I miss

The birds singing and soaring

My skin being touched by the sun’s kiss

The leaves colors shifting

Green, orange, yellow, brown

The snow on limbs like a sparkling crown

It’s nice to leave the world and visit mine up in the sky

But it’s easy to lose sight

So I cherish the small intricacies of life

So that when I believe the world is dull I can be reminded of what makes it bright