Stardust settled upon the moon
No cows to jump or moo
Fairies flew into the night
Gossamer wings painted green and blue
Fantasies birthed by young maidens
The road to failure a dead end
Opportunities provided to those with hope
Reality created from things we pretend
The desire for happiness is alive
Nurtured and grown from the day we’re born
To be alive and breathing fresh air
Joyful souls replace those forlorn
Miracles abound with nary a thought
Success achieved by every living soul
Avarice and greed fade quickly away
Into the perfect future we’ll one day go
