I imagined a world of eternal snow,
where every tree is in flower.
and every petal, all of them blue,
float up upon the wind.
I imagined a world with not a thing
that is to be plugged-in,
or battery powered, all done by hand,
very medieval sounding.
I imagined the houses in this world
as cute little cottages alit with a glow.
All looking like a Christmas card,
because of all the snow.
And in this world I lived, quite happy,
and thankful for all I got.
Quite happy to do all the chores,
quite happy to help out.
That's the world that I imagined
and the picture's been imprinted
upon the spirit of my soul
so that I can't forget it.