A/n: not much to say I just hope you guys like this.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. But I give thanks to Sir J. M. Barrie and Great Ormond Street Hospital.
Youth
He lives in the minds of our children,
He jumps and runs in their dreams,
He plays his flute for our daughters,
And runs and flys with our sons.
He is the epitome of youthAnd the protector of its lands.
He watches over our lost onesAnd protects them from his evils.
He soars with them through open skies
Like a bird on the winds back.
And then takes them to Neverland
Where all is fun and none grow ill.
Where imagination is law
And laws don't exist.
Where lagoons can fly over flamingos
And the only king is youth.