Imagine the world
In September skies
Almost right as rain
Imagine the Sahara Sun
Near a Texas rose
And all the gothic gold
Imagine a Belgian waffle
And a plumberri
Growing on a Tynewood
Imagine the winter chill
And a big snow bank
And of course a starry night
Imagine some island time
Waves are river rough
And it’s bayside blue
Imagine a blue nile
Plus a deep sea
And a ship’s harbour
Now I lay in
wayward winds
Wishing the the world
By a bonfire