It t'was the first day of make believe- <br />A day when stories and plans were made... <br />Character actors were auditioned and hired- <br />And in the days ahead put on parade; <br /> <br />It was the second day of make believe- <br />The sun was buried in a purple haze... <br />The Big Apple Trees were growing lemons... <br />And the blackest nights replaced sunniest days; <br /> <br />Spring t'was more as the Fall... <br />And Summer t'was clad in snow... <br />Leading us into the third day of make believe- <br />Where the moon had all but lost its glow; <br /> <br />The majestic mountains had grown to be more like valleys... <br />While the lakes were more liked dried solid ground... <br />Devoid of any water whatsover... <br />And the birds had lost their most melodic sound; <br /> <br />It t'was the fourth day of make believe- <br />And our world no longer revolved... <br />It became totally still under someones will... <br />An enigma that the actors could not solve; <br /> <br />Today all the make-believe has passed away... <br />Along with the greed-filled conspirators of yore... <br />Dressed in all black-are the vile demons that attacked- <br />Who are in mourning for their material world evermore; <br /> <br />April,2010<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fable-or-fairytale/
