Thinking Brighter Though

Never Land.

The Land that Never was.

Seems so grand that

place known as Neverland,

a child's desire, even an adult's dream

of never aging, such as Pan.

Pan's imagination could take him to sights

adorned,

fascinating stories telling's of amusement

heard all over the world.

Whispering through children's ears

of this Neverland echoed everywhere,

There you can never run out of pleasurable excitement.

Roaming, roaring loudly like animals

in this magical place,

ancient native tribes,

wild interactions with pirates.

As pixie dust fell upon Pan,

He took to flight, thus gliding in.

Air floating guiding him.

Fluttering and towering,

over forest trees, advancing higher

into dimming skies.

Drifting far up, surpassing the clouds

amidst shimmering starlight,

immensely visible to young

Peter's eyes.

The freedom of everlasting childhood

was so intriguing that Pan wanted no part in it,

all the responsibilities occupying

adult stuff.

He had found himself at last a home.

one where all his dreams could come true,

He could do as he pleases.

Chasing pirates in the skies and into

the seas,

Tinker at his fingertips.

A tremendous number of mysterious sites are to be held,

magical trickery to unfold,

in this unknown land

that we all have to know goes by the name

of Neverland.