The Magic of Chldhood

As a child I saw wondrous things,
spectacular imaginings.
Even now the magic still sings
sweet little secret whisperings.

Dragons dancing in the air
tossing tresses of dragon hair,
whirling on mighty dragon wings,
singing songs about dragon things.

Unicorns playing tag in the trees,
hiding and seeking where they please.
Horns of gold and coats of pure white
sparkle like rainbows in star light.

The gryphons roar and gargoyles laugh.
Pixies swim in the old bird bath.
Leprechauns in all shades of green
flirting with fairies, seldom seen.

The world's full of magical sights,
reams of dreams of mythic delights.
Each one is more fun to explore
than the one you explored before.

Explore them all before you are old.
Dream an adventure, bright and bold.
Slide on the rainbow, ride the wind.
For when you're grown, it all may end.

Or, maybe you'll be lucky, too,
and the magic won't end for you.
I've found the magic never leaves
anyone who truly believes.