12 July 2012
I love the winter when it's cold and dark
My imagination creates the story spark
The words flow from mind to page
Like the spells that flow from a Mage
I dream of things so cool and great
I hardly have to stop and wait
For the words to spring to mind
They just flow to a story mean or kind
I love pine trees so dense and tall
Making me feel so weak and small
I love to run through their black depths
Just as long as I'm careful with every step
I Love • Opuss № I