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My Magic Box
I will put into my
box
A sacred moment on a
velvet lake
Underneath a golden
sky,
A room with a view
onto rolling plains
To watch silver
swans fly by.
I will put into my
box
A meadow, lush and
green,
Chirping crickets on
a late night in spring
And flowers that
dance ‘neath pounding feet
As pastel dreams
take wing.
I will put into my
box
Forgotten secrets,
carried away by tiny hands
And left in an
enchanted wood
To be picked up and
flown away on butterfly wings
And landed somewhere
good.
I will put into my
box
A great big hug
To be passed around
the world
Accepted by all,
rejected by none
As the love is
unfurled.
I will put into my
box
That one happy
moment between sleeping and waking
When anything can happen
When anything is
real
Before you are awake
again.
My box is fashioned
from oak,
Carved by elves from
an ancient tree, so frail.
My box has happy
moments carved into the lid
And is tied shut by
a hair from a unicorn’s tail.
In my box I shall
dance on a glassy azure sea
In my box I can be
free.
Emma, P7 |
