The Magic Box

I will put in my box,
The roar of a lion as loud as thunder,
A lamb feeding from the meadows,
The annoyance of my irritating brother.

I will put in my box,
A tree whispering to me,
The last voyage of Drake,
And the first plays of Shakespeare.

I will put in my box,
A thirteenth month and a sixty first second,
An astronaut juggling,
And a clown on the moon.

My box is fashioned from ice, gold and gems,
With dream clouds on the lid and promises in the corners,
The hinges are the teeth,
Of a terrifying tiger.

I shall horse ride in my box,
Across a huge field of gorgeous green grass,
Then trot onto a farm,
As peaceful as a deserted room.