Joscellin

High up in the sky, 

Far beyond any man’s reach, 

Lives a land like no other 

Nestled way upon the clouds.

Up in these clouds 

Fantasies live 

And fiction becomes reality. 

Mountains rise 

from the ground, 

And rivers flow 

Through great valleys and ravines. 

Birds of every shape and color fly; 

Some that nobody has ever seen. 

When a child is lucky enough, 

They can be born to see 

This wonderful world 

Created by imagination. 

Anyone can make it 

If they can just dream it. 

The hard part is believing, 

Because that is where dreams come true.