Where the sunbeams dance

Where the sunbeams dance
And the leaves whisper tales of days gone by
Where the grass is purple
And tornadoes spurt cherry blossoms askew
Where the old oak tree is 300 yrs old
And the ice cream man comes around three times a day
Where the shadows appear in every shade of orange
And the sun sets when it’s time to say goodnight
Where the music never ceases to enrapture
And fairies do play in the woods
Where houses are made of chocolate
And marshmallows grow in the sand
Where the ocean is frosty lace entwined with pearls
And mermaids sunbathe on the shore
Where the heavens touch the horizon
And Greek gods walk the earth
Where life is what it is
And not really what you want it to be