Away with the fairies of my past, that's where I would truly love to be

Spinning like a top, dancing through fields of green 

Playing with dandelion clocks, one o'clock, two o'clock and three, where 

Every moment is an eternity, free from the arduous shackles of time 

Chasing butterflies with inexhaustible childlike enthusiasm, with 

Invisible friends who share the joy of my private games 

All my troubles float away on sweet apple blossom scent, as I 

Leap boldly, striding over tufts of grass and shallow streams, racing with the wind

Perfect peace and harmony bathed in a warm summers sun, the long grass sways around me, until I'm 

Lost in a world of magic, a wishful wonderland, a home to my dreams 

All this was given to me for free, passed onto me in the nursery, but 

Cometh the day, cometh the man and with the on come of age all the wonder is lost, all that is left are 

Echoes from a past haven full of fantasy we all once knew and loved, maybe things of the past, but only hidden, never forgotten