Pagan Playground

by SpellQuest, © 6-20-00

I leave my cares and world behind
And drift away with a wandering mind
To a place where dreams come true
Where the grass is green and the sky is blue

Then a gentle breeze brushes my face
As I wander through this gentle place
Where birds and bees sing in the trees
And the grass bends with a gentle breeze

A song is sung but in natures way
One that is heard when children play
One that is carried forth for all to hear
But heard by those who know no fear

It plays both in day and also at night
You don't use your ears or need a light
Close your eyes for it is all around
Open your heart and it will be found

Once it is heard it won't just go away
It won't leave you alone not for a day
Its source can't be found but still you will look
Beneath every rock and the babbling brook

Try as you might and look where you can
And when you are finished go look again
For this magickal sound and wondrous place
Is often hidden right in front of our face

But though it is so simple often it's missed
And I have heard people say it doesn't exist
Still there are others who smile and know
Of the song that is sung and where they should go

They know this world is created with only a thought
Not with something borrowed or something bought
So in their mind's eye they create it with will
What wonders await us just over the hill

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