My Neverland

Raising my face to the morning sun
Swooning as the chirplings fly by
The smell of freshly baking muffins
As the little boy yells 'aye! aye!'
I open my eyes to the glorious rays
And savour the taste of morning rays

goodness of brimful lark in the sky
Makes a heart with happiness to cry
Smiling and blushing young apple cheeks
Marches down the morning street
Precious morning scent that I smell
Serenity makes my heart swell

Gestures of care, moments of bliss
Morning stretch  I seldom miss
A dime is what I hold in my hand
Reminds me of where I stand
For me this is my neverland

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