In the beginning

Somewhere there's a field

Dappled with alabaster lilies

And gentle, sneaking mosses

Coating crumbled logs

With lucid, azure skies

Invaded by mellow wisps

And giant rabbits, dragons

That leisurely waft away

Chimed upon with tinkling bells

And supple, golden ringlets

Adorned with baby's breath

And sweet, pale, tender lilacs

Crystalline, bubbling brooks

Where dragons alight

And rays gleam, while the sun

Is glistening overhead

Where crickets hum at twilight

And restful, ginger hues

Bathe the land with one last triumph

For the day

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Assignment for high school creative writing course, 2002-2003.

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