A Magical Journey

I hold three magic rocks in my hand, Rolling them over and over and over, Leaving this reality behind, far behind. I’m in a tranquil place, but unknown. I find myself on a path between trees, The moon beams its light along this path. A trail of stars lies ahead of me, And I look around in wonder. Beautiful, colourful birds emerge from the trees, Singing their melodious songs. They drift ahead of me, lost in the trail, And then a door appears before me. I step through this door, And enter a room. I see a woman sitting on the edge of a bed; She appears feeble and frail. I walk closer to her, She looks familiar. I hear her whisper some words, “Oh, my children, will I ever see them again?” Tears stream down her cheeks. Suddenly, a bright light appears, And I’m back in the present. Tears stream down my face.