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.

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