In My Neighborhood

In my neighborhood there are butterflies in all the colors of the rainbow. In my neighborhood there are birds singing Mozart. In my neighborhood there is a lake with crystal clear water and a huge tree who offers shadow and rest for the tired people who come to drink the lake's fresh water.

In my neighborhood there are carpets upon carpets of soft and bright green grass which are fondly stroking the bare legs of the children who walk and run and dance on them.

In my neighborhood the rain falls only at night and the sun is softly warming us during the day, with a light friendly southern breeze.

In my neighborhood everyone gets a fresh bread roll and a tall glass of sweet lemonade each morning and a cup of hot cocoa each night.

In my neighborhood the stars are shining at night like a trail of fairy dust in the sky high, high above.

In my neighborhood every single detail is perfect, because my neighborhood doesn't exist but in my mind. My neighborhood is a place for me to run away from the cruelty of the world. It is a place of comfort and relaxation which is situated deep inside my brain.

In my neighborhood there are all the things absent from my world.


--Time's up--