Let the rain drops be empty
and the wind devoid of air.
Let the mountains be flat
and rivers flow backwards
to a crack in the mind
where all the sea creatures
are packaged in brine.
Let the clouds become leaden
and sink into the ground.
Let small booted clowns smile
and have flowers filled with sand
and green cars that keep going
when all others have failed.
Let Cinderella eventually find
that the shoe does not fit
and her sisters are kind.
Let black become white
and grey be so bright
the sun pales at its charm.
Let maps always show
the wrong way to go.
Let clocks never speak
of a time that is right
and let oranges be
a kind of purple at night.
Let the pigs fly
high up over the town!
Let’s all be happy
and not ever let down.
Let the sheep in the valleys
all gamble and drown.
