If I had an imaginary place it would be,
A boat sailing the seven seas,
Or a rooftop among the apple trees,
Maybe a house in a forest of love,
Or a peach tree in a nest of a dove,
Or in a field under an apple tree,
With long grass and horses,
What a beautiful site to see,
My favorite place to be,
Is playing in the field happily with you and with me,
That's sweet. You don't find poems with that kind of inocence in it any more good job
Nice piece, I can understand that...Life is Hardware, soul is software, we might need new programs to change directions and presentation of a new real life....