Fairydust

My mind is

Overgrown, overflowing

With underbrush, underwood;

My mind is

Filled, brim spilling

With leaves, roses and seeds.

Roadways and metal

And molds and numbers

Have rusted and faded.

Being the best

Is not being number one

It’s not being

As good as the rest

Either.
 

These walls we have built

These paths we have set

Can easily be

Washed away by the sea

Broken by rock

Eroded by air

Melted by heat.
 

Worth isn’t in

Grades or coins

Looks or glory.

Worth is

In a fairytale.

Worth is in

Sun-dipped smiles

Old shoes

Paperback books

Castles and valleys.
 

Worth is

Inside sing alongs

Inside slow dances

Inside loving life.
 

Life

Is in magic

And magic is real

Because it’s something you feel.