OVER THE RAINBOW


 Where dreams await those who wish,


 Fantasies come to life, a heart does not ache.


 The magic of possibilities are a reach away,


 Hurtful things have not a place to play.


 Where beautiful things can not be destroyed,


 Birds of blue fly, they sing in the sky.


 Nothing to make you cry beyond a rainbow up so high,


 All the trees are filled with a fruit so sweet.


 Over the rainbow where all things Imagined may come 
 True,

 Thoughts of love and hope are clearly understood


 But heard of once before,


 Might there be such a place where these things can 
 Come true.

                  Keith Garrett