It's off to Elftown I travle it seems.
The stuff of reality, very unlike the stuff of dreams.
It's hard and concrete you must toil to make it shape
while the stuff of dreams is ever changing,
changing it's nature so that one can only gape
This task can get tiring
all this work w/o events inspiring
Thank the goddess for prose!
giving me pleasure from scalp to toes
It makes the rest of day a bit better
my little stitch of comfort,
my mental warm sweater

_ There was a small worm
squirming on the ground in joy
it drowned in a pool_


Oh nature all the lessons you give.