A lonely puff, a wispy seed, from a dandelion’s crown,
He drifted down on a gentle breeze, looking for a place to halt.
But lost he was, this wispy friend, no meadow green below,
He yearned to fall in a place perhaps long forgotten, or better, a place he didn’t know.
He wandered far, through meadows wide, beneath the azure sky,
Dancing with birds, singing with the rain, as time went drifting by.
With every dawn, newfound fervour, with every dusk, an old longing,
In fields of gold and skies of fire, he wandered, wandered, wandered.
He hailed the wind, a playful gust, “Oh, tell me, if you please,
Where must I drift to find my Neverland? Guide me, Dream-catcher!”
The wind he sighed, a rustling sound, “Follow the sun’s first kiss,
Beyond the clouds, where shadows hide, a land of vibrant bliss.”
He drifted on, a curious speck, and met a cloud so white,
“Oh, fluffy cloud, with silver trim, have you seen that wondrous sight?”
The cloud replied, a muffled hum, “Follow the moon’s soft gleam,
Beyond the stars, where whispers come, a land not what it seems.”
Unsatisfied, he questioned then the ancient trees, their branches reaching high,
“O Ancient one, I’m sure my quest was yours, once upon a time, help me,
Where must I go to find my Neverland?”
The wise old oaks, in whispers deep, replied, “I sought where sunlight falls,
And the rain dances to keep me company. Ask perhaps the tall Mountains,
The Far-seeing ones would remember a time before mine.”
He reached the mountains, tall and grand, their peaks kissed by the dawn,
“Oh, mighty peaks, can you reveal, where I might find my Neverland?”
The mountains rumbled, voices deep, “Follow the river’s flow,
Beyond the bend, where secrets sleep, a land where dreams can grow.
Disheartened and lost, the little seed, with questions yet to ask,
Happened upon a gentle mist, who seemed able for the task.
“Oh, morning mist, so soft and kind,” he whispered with a sigh,
“Where can I find a rainbow’s touch, where wishes learn to fly?”
The mist embraced him, cool and wise, and spoke in words so true,
“Neverland is not a distant place, it’s waiting just for you.
For wherever you choose to land, and let your journey cease,
That will be your Neverland.”
The little seed, with eyes alight, understood the truth at last,
Neverland wasn’t just a place, but a dream that held him fast.
It was the hope that filled his core, the journey he’d begun,
A chance to bloom, forevermore, he set off at once.
With every dawn, a new horizon, painted in hues so grand,
He soared above the rolling hills, across the ocean’s span.
In every sunset’s golden glow, and every moonlit night,
Searching for the answer to his quest, in nature’s timeless light.
He drifted down, a happy seed, and settled on the breeze,
No longer lost, he found his peace, content among the trees.
For in the mountain’s song, soft and low, the mist’s rainbow colours gleamed,
A promise whispered, soft and slow, a future brightly dreamed.
He’d take root deep, where sunlight fell, to watch the seasons change,
His journey’s end, a happy spell, a story to arrange.
For in his heart, a rainbow bright, forevermore would stay,
A testament to endless light, that guides us on our way.
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