There is a place where I must go
where the trees are gold
and the sweet little ponds
are clear as glass
with darting fish donned in a hue
of dashing blue.
Which way to go,
I do not know.
For the path is twisted and frightening.
Hold my hand
and don't let me go.
for I cannot make my way alone.
The place that calls me
is a place I dream of.
My head is filled
with the glittering image
of a world I've never known,
but I hope to someday know.
