Imagine

He wonders,

worries
That he won’t
Ever see the


Magic


It’s a sad thing,
Seeing his




imagination and creativity
Squandered by
testing
And
work
Until you fear
There’s nothing left

His eyes close
As he wills
It to come
To see what
She does.

His sister racing far
Ahead, immersed in
The world she
Created for
Herself

An old
abandoned
Tree house
Becomes a


castle

Squirrels and birds
Transform
Into
monsters

They must be

Slayed
With a sword
That once looked
Like a pen

Imagination
Broke through,
The boy laughs,
Relieved
That
Everything around changed
Into


magic

and
Wonder.