The old arch,

Majestic stone, standing proud,

Framing the mirrored lake,

Still as Glass,

Frozen in time.


Trees bent twisted,

Canopy of rusted paper floating above,

Branches ready to release,

Confetti leaves to the ground,

Fluttering downwards.


Below is the sharpened grass,

With blossomed pink and blue,

Opened proud to dragonfly,

Silver fairy winged rainbows,

Sitting on air,

Rising up into cornflower sky.


White kaleidoscope cushions,

Painting for the daydreamers eyes,

Hidden deep in the yellow sway,

Lost in awakened fantasy,

Of the sun kissed day.