Impossible

There it is,
That music that causes the wind
To wrap around your body
Take each strand of hair
And throw it to the wind

Green stretches to the end of time
Dotted by flashes of obnoxious color.
Can you hear the laughter?
Taste the smiles that murmur?
Each petal falling upon a green fountain?

They come to dance
Each spirit every sprite with wide eyes
Each fairy blooms from a custom branch
Every sprite detangles from a trunk
The gnomes stomp out from thick mushroom

No evil is left unconquered
We are all warriors
Though our appearance is frail
The heart beats as one
No one may damage this land

As a lone troll sneaks a look at the world beyond
The ivy falls in rivers in front
Sheltering him, whispers that they are not ready,
In a gown of white I sit upon green moss
The tiniest butterfly on my finger.

As night falls the stars shine like glitter
The white flowers prepare for sleep
Angels come and encompass all in a gentle embrace,
And in that perfection
I slip out, back to the real world.

No these people aren't ready
And I suppose...
Neither am I.