My imagination
My imagination
It is a morning with loves of clouds in the sky
Pretending to play hind and seek with the sun and the sky
Birds are charping ,flowers blooming with butterflies
And I feel happeir then ever I
I was blooming and floting into the sky
With my imagination and I
Suddenly a voice came and I was struck down
Like I am falling on to the ground
It was my mother and I was called
And I had to leave my imagination still and at all...