Mystic Reverie

In a distant, whimsical town,

Where laughter danced, without a frown,

There lived a quirky, talking plant,

With petals bright, enchanting chant.

Its leaves would sing a merry tune,

Beneath the radiant, golden moon,

Each verse a melody, pure and rare,

Unheard by mortals, only to share.

Its category, an ode to mirth,

A songbird's laughter, echoing worth,

Where dreams took flight on wings of glee,

A poetic realm, of harmony.

So let us revel in this land,

Where poetry and laughter hand in hand,

A whimsy's haven, where words take flight,

Imagination's realm, where dreams ignite.

In a land of twilight's glow,

Where moonbeams weaved a gentle flow,

A realm unseen by human eyes,

A tapestry of whispers and sighs.

Creatures unique, ethereal and rare,

Dwelled within this enchanted lair,

With wings that shimmered in twilight's hue,

They danced through skies of midnight blue.

—Edward C.