O, how pretty can barren be
When both  heart and mind are verdant
To sow the seeds of greenery,
The green within and the brown without
It’s all up to you
You see.

You can fill a dry river
With the waters of
Your choice,
And the desert sands of Arabia
With the sweet melody
Of a lovely Nightingale’s voice.

Try steal the stars
On starlit nights
From their home, the skies,
To fill dark nights
With the splendour that lies within
Those stolen stars in your eyes

All you need to do
Is close your eyes
Let your imagination run wild,
Go back in time
To the Jack ‘n Jill rhyme
And find that, sadly, lost child.

Remember, the school in front of home
Now opposite me In the Park
As I go back in Time,
To dwell in the past
For a little while a day
Is never any kind of crime.

The last rays of the Sun
Now slowly go down 
As I plod my way home,
Wondering if I could ever
To that childhood return
As a fairy or a little gnome.

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)