Among the bushes of secrets
And the hills of wishes
An abundance of butterflies
Take away in the bright sky
In the waterfall of tears
And by the mountain of fear
Swimming scales
Glow brightly with twisting tails
Near the forest of curiosity
And the river of hope
Foxes trot confidently
With the pride they have to show
Millions of flowers
Will rest in the breeze
While I stay gazing
At the magnificent trees
This is not imaginary
It is quite true
Some people might be contrary
To this surprising news
But to me this is paradise
Living inside
A book I completely idolize
Ataraxia