She reads the forest into life,
Then breathes the silvan air —
The woodland of eternity,
That’s ever-always there —
And characters spring up and move,
As stories start, then end —
For nothing is as real, as when
It’s made out of
Pretend
She reads the forest into life,
Then breathes the silvan air —
The woodland of eternity,
That’s ever-always there —
And characters spring up and move,
As stories start, then end —
For nothing is as real, as when
It’s made out of
Pretend
So true. Thank you for the pretend memories!