9 July 2012
Come, sit next to the fire We'll go on a journey To faraway lands, or back in time Enjoy the mystery!
Sit down on the carpet Its edges fringed with gold Now close your eyes and grip the sides As I murmer words of old
Open your eyes, and see the world We're flying with the breeze The choice is yours, where shall we go? We twist and turn with ease
Let's swoop above the Pyramids And skim along the Nile Let's see the plains of Africa Beware the crocodile!
Across the ocean, waves blur past To Mayan ruins; hidden treasure Jungles, Angel Waterfall The sights fill us with pleasure
Rocky Mountains whistle by Onto volcanoes of Iceland Steamy mountains, belching fire We leave sooner than planned
It's time for home and yet There is still so much to see But you'll return again, someday Flying high with me.
All rights reserved. Nom 9th July 2012.
Flying Carpet • Opuss № I