WORLD OF MAKE-BELIEVE
In my world of make believe there’s be music in the air,
Sweet gentle sounds, that nothing on earth could compare
To those notes that would waft on a lovely warm breeze,
Music that would laugh and dance among the tall trees.
The seasons would be in order, winter shorter than the rest,
The flowers in spring would stay all season at their best,
The rain would fall and refresh all things, but only at night,
In fact the whole of springtime would be a sweet delight.
Summer would be perfect, the sky a perfect shade of blue,
There’s be no school all have fun the whole season through,
No sunburn, heat stroke or mosquitoes to mar a day’s delight,
The blooms on summer roses with perfume would fill the night.
When fall comes the crops would never fail, orchards laden down
With the sweetest and best fruit, no upset tummies to cause a frown,
Pies made by magic crops harvested without hours of working hard,
Even the lush green lawns kept always short in your own back yard.
Oh, and even cold harsh winter would be a perfect white wonderland,
All wrapped up warm, green and red velvet cloaks, mitts on every hand,
Warm coaches that fly leaving no marks in the pristine white snow,
The world stays just like a Christmas card no mess anywhere you go.
All people would be kind and good no wars, or very rich or poor,
No one left out in the cold, no suffering, no pain, every door
Left unlocked, this my make believe world would always be,
But then I realized there would be no trials for us to see.
One day when He comes again my make believe will come true,
But until then we have to live in the real world and strive to
Live well and ease the hurt and pain of thise around us here,
So we can hope to be worthy of that world when it draws near.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson December 15, 2002