My Wonderworld

My hair is made of golden finches,
My arms are the sway of the wind.
My eyes are the stars,
and when i sing elves and trolls come to play together.
Fairies linger at the edge of the trees.
The deers prance around in circles around me and the predators watch from the side line.
As a rat slips in and to disturb this moments bliss.
Picking up the rat and kissing his nose
Everything has its part here.
As the leaves giggle from the funny sight of the sun rising. The trees are in there deadly slumber.
The grass sways in the distant...The stream gurgles from below