Look for me in the woods out back,
up the hill and past the rocks,
sitting upon my throne in a tree.
Dreaming of dragons and wizards,
and their tales of legend,
my heroes, the lance, and me.
Look for me under the willow tree,
dipping my toes in the cool spring water,
fire-kissed curls and a scratch on my knee.
Dreaming of kings and queens,
and the great knights of old,
dwarves and elves and rivers of gold.
Look for me on clouds of down,
torchlit adventures but not too loud.
shhhhh quiet – you’ll wake the troll.
Dreaming of a distant day in future,
a journey, a quest of my very own,
what it will bring I’ve not yet been shown.
So, look for me on that winding path,
beyond the hills and across the river.
I now know I can face that day,
because you walked ahead,
and cleared my way.
