IF YOU BELIEVE...
If you believe that fantasy is more real than reality, that dreams seem real, perhaps by far they really are.
If you believe in popcorn clouds and ice cream skies and everybody wins first prize, that blind eyes see and death's a distant memory, if you thrill to fairy tales and dancing whales and honest scales that tell you what you weigh on a given day you'll be okay.
If you believe bugs and bees and monkeys live in trees in a land free of disease and there's no such thing as calories or fattening cheese and snowflakes float on wintry breeze until they melt and join the seas, then you'll agree that you and me were meant to be a part of this reality.
If you surmise owls are wise and cows that moo are telling you their greatest joy is giving milk to girls and boys to sip with sugar cakes, if you know what it takes for bulls and bears to share their lairs and when chickens cluck and ducks go quack they're hungering for a midnight snack, that birds that fly high in the sky know why the angels cry and bees are composing melodies and symphonies you'll never want for luxuries.
There's so much to see, so much to hear, so much that soon will disappear that you should stop and reflect on what you expect will thrill you so. Before it's time to go back to the world we know, let's take a break to remember all our memories and thank the Lord who granted us the right to stay and enjoy this sunny, carefree day.
If you believe in popcorn clouds and ice cream skies and everybody wins first prize, that blind eyes see and death's a distant memory, if you thrill to fairy tales and dancing whales and honest scales that tell you what you weigh on a given day you'll be okay.
If you believe bugs and bees and monkeys live in trees in a land free of disease and there's no such thing as calories or fattening cheese and snowflakes float on wintry breeze until they melt and join the seas, then you'll agree that you and me were meant to be a part of this reality.
If you surmise owls are wise and cows that moo are telling you their greatest joy is giving milk to girls and boys to sip with sugar cakes, if you know what it takes for bulls and bears to share their lairs and when chickens cluck and ducks go quack they're hungering for a midnight snack, that birds that fly high in the sky know why the angels cry and bees are composing melodies and symphonies you'll never want for luxuries.
There's so much to see, so much to hear, so much that soon will disappear that you should stop and reflect on what you expect will thrill you so. Before it's time to go back to the world we know, let's take a break to remember all our memories and thank the Lord who granted us the right to stay and enjoy this sunny, carefree day.
posted by Ed Weiland at 9:49 PM
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