Sing your song
oh gentle breeze
chant along
you ocean seas.
Raise it high
you broken leaves
among these great
and flowering trees.
Rivers laughing
hearts cascading
over passing
your masquerading.
Grasses wave
their greeting here
silvery grey and
bluish green
pressing down
beneath your feet.
Sunlight beaming
patterns teasing
the mountain dreaming
deep these things.

Narnia

Narnia, a place of magic and intrigue.
A place where dreams can come true.
A place that evil is always defeated.
A place that many would gladly go.

The beautiful, The brave,
Both apply in this place.
Oh to see, the Table of Stone,
To stand near Cair Paravel

To be one of the first to see that infant world,
As Aslan sang it into being,
To witness the creation,

Small children are wonderful. :) Levi is getting so grown up, but he still uses certain parts of language in that unique way small children do. The other day we were visiting Grandma's house and he came running in saying:

"Is it almost time to leave - just for wonder?"

He passes along the sidewalks, in the dark cover of night
Roaming about the sea and sand, keeping out of sight;
He passes along the board walk; the sea splashes its way,
Entering the blackening tide, beneath the serpents sway;
He passes along the empty fields, its dark and air full scent,
Along he walks his pace quickens, to the graveyard he went;

A maiden of stone did softly sit,
In a courtyard of the same,
Her hands clasped tightly on her lap,
Her head bowed down in pain.

A scarlet bird sang sweetly,
Upon her shoulders to cheer,
Though many a song did it sing,
The maiden did not hear.

Grey clouds clashed in the sky,
Roaring for her to flee,
Then a noise like thunder cried out-loud,
But the maiden did not see.

It was a beautiful work of art. The sun glistened off its graceful curves of gold, and glimmered among the majestic shapes of the engraving etched into the face. It was big, bold and stunning, fit for the elite, and especially for Josiah Deacon.