She holds the pen in her hands
The key to take others to mystical lands
Her words flow across the plains
Through all her animals furry manes
Her letters form new worlds
As our perceptions are slowly swirled
She weaves together the story
A tale of love, A tale of glory
She throws in a dash of trouble
Loves mixture slowly begin to bubble
Her ink flies to and fro
As the flames continue to grow
She recounts of lovers past
Wanting one to truely last
As her ink starts to run dry
Tears flow as she begins to cry
A boy sits down with a paper
Breathing in her writings subtle vapor
He can see what she can't see
As his pen draws a bumble bee
The creature flies through the air
As a flower sprouts amidst her hair
His presence transforms the dream
His roots strengthening her story's seams
She writes as he draws
Their readers quieting with sudden awe
They've built this whole world together
There words connecting like birds of a feather