The Realm of Enchantment

Beyond the realm of reason,
Where the mortal world is bound,
Lies a land of pure enchantment,
Where magic can be found.

The sky is a canvas of sparkling stars,
Dotted with floating orbs of light,
The trees are made of shimmering leaves,
And the rivers flow with luminescent light.

Butterflies made of rainbow hues,
Flutter through the air,
While unicorns graze in the fields,
And dragons soar with care.

A door made of ancient wood,
Carved with mystical symbols,
Beckons me to enter in,
To the realm of magic and miracles.

And as I step through the portal,
I am greeted by a world of wonder,
Where the impossible is possible,
And magic and reality sunder.

I walk through gardens of enchanted flowers,
Watching as they bloom and sing,
I swim in rivers of pure magic,
And dance with faeries on gossamer wing.

The sky is purple and the grass is blue,
And the sun sets in the east,
But in this place, nothing is as it seems,
And the rules of time are at least.

I see a castle made of clouds,
And a rainbow bridge that spans the sky,
I hear a symphony of enchanted instruments,
And the shadows cast no sigh.

As I wander through this enchanted land,
I am filled with a sense of awe,
For in this place, anything is possible,
And the magic of fantasy will always draw.