Sitting upon hill
lies a castle of dreams.
It's flag sway in the wind
and surrounded by the oak wood trees.

Bearing it's white and gray
bricks all about.
The castle looks mystified
and is as large as a town.

The cloads seem to dance
around it's towers.
The wind seems to kiss
each and every flower.

The bridge to the grounds
is as charming as it goes!
But not half as brilliant
as the faeries and gnomes!

The stars seem to never
go in for a sleep.
Behind the clouds they
always seem to take a peak.

The sun seems to
never want to fade
and the light on the castle
never changes after day.

The purple glitter
that shimmers all about
would lead you to believe
there's magic on the grounds!

The marble floors
shimmer and glisten.
The halls echoing
of conversations to which you should listen!

The staircase, now
is much more dazzling.
It sings a song
with it's steps each sparkling.

Each of the rooms
contains a special warmth
created by a fireplace
so large you mustn't come forth!

Lit by the candles
sitting everywhere.
Sittings no problem
as there are many beautiful chairs!

The little river behind
glows just so,
with little row boats
to take you to wherever you desire to go.

The laughter fills the hallways
each, and everywhere.
Bet you'd never find a room
without love and care.

Sitting upon it's hill
sits a castle that glows.
This my friends,
is what I truly call home.