Post by ARSmith ((Wolfeh)) on Aug 27, 2010 7:11:14 GMT -5
.: Imagination :.
Sit with me, would you?
And a story I will tell.
Close your eyes and listen,
For this tale is an... Ambiguous tale.
It was when the pastures were green,
A time when pigs flew.
There was a time when we made forts,
A time with just me and you.
If you listened real close,
You'd hear the magnolia's sing.
And if you listened even closer,
You'd hear the bee's symphony.
Time would fly so swiftly,
So fast we'd see the dawn.
We'd close our minds from imagination,
And lie down in the lawn.
The breeze would give us soft kisses,
Licking merrily at our messy hair.
As the clouds lolled across the sky,
We'd bask in the dying sun's orange glare.
We'd sit there for ages,
Just laying and watching the sky.
When our parents came a-calling,
We'd leave the sun to die.
When the night fell across the lively fields,
When all the life was laid to rest,
We'd watch the moon rise with our parents,
And yawn with our deepest content.
That was the time when pastures were green,
The time when pigs flew.
That was the time we made forts,
A time with just me and you.
And a story I will tell.
Close your eyes and listen,
For this tale is an... Ambiguous tale.
It was when the pastures were green,
A time when pigs flew.
There was a time when we made forts,
A time with just me and you.
If you listened real close,
You'd hear the magnolia's sing.
And if you listened even closer,
You'd hear the bee's symphony.
Time would fly so swiftly,
So fast we'd see the dawn.
We'd close our minds from imagination,
And lie down in the lawn.
The breeze would give us soft kisses,
Licking merrily at our messy hair.
As the clouds lolled across the sky,
We'd bask in the dying sun's orange glare.
We'd sit there for ages,
Just laying and watching the sky.
When our parents came a-calling,
We'd leave the sun to die.
When the night fell across the lively fields,
When all the life was laid to rest,
We'd watch the moon rise with our parents,
And yawn with our deepest content.
That was the time when pastures were green,
The time when pigs flew.
That was the time we made forts,
A time with just me and you.
