Undying Innocence.

Wouldn't it be
As bright as the cherry
On your birthday cake,
(I wanted to slick off, before you cut it)
My little, cherished dream?


As fluttery, as pretty
As the wing-tailed butterfly,
A splash of blue, a tinge of black

My little, cherished dream.


Wouldn't it be
As the chilly and sparkling snowflakes
On a gold-hued wintry afternoon,
(I've only imagined of, being inspired)
My little, cherished dream?


As wooly, as sweet
As the cotton candy,
Spinned and spinned, like yarn

My little, cherished dream.




A million stars, a million moons,
Thousand suns, and thousand balloons!

Yellow flowers in green meadows,
Chocolates bundled at my door!


My little, cherished dream
Turning plural with every dawn,
Yet still remaining,

My little, cherished dreams.