It was I who found this wonder first,
While ambling through the trees. Noises from yonder wood burst, As I crept closer on hands and knees. Shadows lazily tickled the dusk, Making the moonbeams dance. Flowers puffed their heedy musk, Wood nymphs laughed and pranced. A spell was cast 'bout my head, Pixie dust sprinkled upon my brow, Rational thought from my mind fled, Every nuance of then,and of now. Cast upon a cloud of dreams, Blissfully obscure from all thought, Where things are never as they seem, And hardships are nary wrought. The ambiance of night comforts me, And I am able to restfully sleep. I know,now,where my comfort will be, When discord upon me quietly creeps. OriginalSyn
