To go to where dandelions litter
the tumbling fields.
To where mountains tower
like threatening shields.
To where waters stretch
beyond faraway lands.
To where rings adorn
such youthful hands.
To go to where trees cover
the daytime sky.
To where people dance
In mid-July.
To where goats come
to special people.
To where icicles climb
Not usual townspeople.
To go to where the sky is the limit.
To where the clock is changing.
To where fiction is reality.
To inside the stories we read.
For any of you wondering how in the world I got this, it seemed like the ink was making the flowers real, so did scenes of books. The first line is Watership Down, second The Lord of the Rings, third Earthsea, and fourth The Chronicles of Narnia. I apologize for any inaccuracies or confusion.
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