She thinks she hears the trickle of the pond
As it gently flows ‘round the bank.
They are there with just a wave of a wand.
He sees the trees and sea in a blink.
The wind blows softly over their skin,
The creatures scurry along the way,
The fish in the pond flap their fin
As if they were swimming far away.
The flowers are beautiful as she
The trees show his mighty strength
Where is it could they be,
Through this wondrous woods of length?
In the distance they hear the roar
A sound so loud and frightening
Of something never heard before
Just with a bolt of lightening.
Through the trees they tear
As the day fell to night.
What could it be but a bear,
Could it want a fight?
They ran and ran and ran
Until they could run no more.
They collapsed upon the sand
As they saw the horror.
What could be so frightening
We might not ever know.
Because with a strike of the lightening
All that was left was a glow.
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