It's only as real as you make it to be...
The evening sky above you glows a dim and beautiful golden color in the summer breeze, while I wonder how the dolphins sing so softly to us amongst the Citrus Forest. As words shimmer across the ocean side and fade into the inky blue depths, my hopes and dreams happily follow them into the abyss. To grow from little seeds of pearl along the underwater sand bank and bloom into sweet smelling flowers that lovingly caress your sweet face.
I can hear them now, smiling, emerging from the ocean surface and gazing adamantly into your sapphire eyes. Lemon sharks and watermelon whales drift motionless in the ocean skyways above our forest. Walking along the grass roads, the cars grow alongside the street in little flowerpots and let the Earth breathe a little bit easier. I chuckle at the thought of falling asleep, for life now is too surreal to miss in a state of dream. However, I can only but wonder if you feel the same way, so I will drift down the trickling river and hide in the tree top castles owned by royal monkeys.
Fox dens and wooden bridges provide a vantage point in an otherwise uncomfortable time of the year. Now the stars surround us, and the evening sun has laid its head to rest in the dark night sky. I will help you down the steep mountain walkway to the ultraviolet lighthouse, for solar ships that have no masts and whose sails are the clouds…