Imagination’s Magic

As I look out the back door just before the sun goes to sleep,

When all is quiet, I look out and I imagine a forest thickly deep,

It becomes much more than a few trees and bushes of blackberry,

In imagination’s magic, I enjoy a gentle evening breeze, light and airy.

3 thoughts on “Imagination’s Magic

  1. I wish I was in the true forest; I am sure it was at one time! However, we need more buildings in the name of progress, supposedly. People don’t understand the value in trees and wild life!


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