"I know I'm not crazy," I told myself in my head.

I was whisked away by the posies in my bed.

They were not serious. (I liked that very much!)

For once, my adult mask was not a clutch!

I could laugh and sing (the posies sung too),

And like my old self, I saw the world anew!

While the posies sang the rabbits did a jig with such joy!

I was told to dance as well, when I met a young boy.

He held me so carefully, like a parent would do,

But once I got the hang of it, it was like skip-to-my-loo!

When twilight descended, the sky became an enchanter.

The stars joined our fest as well, regaling us with stories and such banter.

I, as well, let my stories be told

Of a world called Earth, where I was growing old.

Where people never had time, (the one thing they had a lifetime of!)

And there were such people who misused love!

By that remark came shocked faces all around.

The misuse of love?! (How awful does that sound?!)

Then the young boy took my hand, (Oh, how soft it felt)

And told me that he will always be my friend even if time should melt.

Such love looked so simple in this world where the posies sing.

But when the sun was to rise and I was to leave, what future will fate bring?

The posies will miss me (and I shall miss them to.)

And what of my young lad? I asked him what I should do,

"I know I'm not crazy. What would one call me crazy for?

I am closer to happiness than I was before!

Must I stop seeing the world with childish eyes?

Can I not be happy like you, with simple pleasures and still be wise?

Or must I conform and be serious once more?

Can I be an adult without all the bore?"

He looked at me with his otherworld eyes, (His eyes were a silvery blue)

And said,"If you do not forget being a child, I'm sure you'll know what to do."

And with cheerless goodbyes, the posies sent me away.

But a terrible wind picked me up from my path and sent me where it may.

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End Part One