Another life, a fairy flight,
Flung afar into the blues
Graced place of endless nature
Delightful, rainbowed-pasture hues.
A place of endless jet-stream rides,
Resting on the fluffed, puffed white,
No restless night or eerie morn
Revelry, all merry delight.
Joyous, this place in my wandering
Wayward mind, more real than clicks,
Much sweeter than the screen-fed news,
Belabored boring views, flicks.