Danielle N. Calhoun

NEVER ENDING DREAMS

Brightness fills the darkest skies,
Sun so bright it can hurt the eyes,
Fairies and elves come out to play.

Tiny people, some with wings,
Live in a World, made of Fantasy
And of never ending Dreams.

Soft sweet song of the morning bird,
Can be heard, even the most distant chirp,
Sings a song of a brand new day,
Fairies and Elves come out to play.

Soon you see a tiny light,
Flying down from the Sunlight sky,
Tiny wings and a little horn,
A brand new baby, Pegacorn.

Wings that flutter fast and strong;
This little baby that was born,
Of the Morning, and of Light,
Elves and fairies treat her right.

Magic and Beauty fill this land;
Elves and fairies lend a hand.

Soon the baby grows to a steed,
Tall and strong, and sweet as can be,
She lets them ride on her soft silky fur,
In the distant can be heard,
The soft sweet sound of a morning bird.

Brightness fills the darkest skies,
Sun so bright it can hurt the eyes,
Fairies and elves come out to play.