To converse with bears over blackberry tea,
Or to talk to Owls by moonlight, while sailing o’er the sea.
What adventures we could learn of.
What magic never heard of?

Of Driads and Niads,
Of unicorns and trolls,
Of centaurs, satyrs,
Talking badgers and moles.

To hear of voyages to far off lands
Where invisible monopeds hop about in the sand.
Islands where water can turn things to gold,
Places where people turn to dragons, and stars from the heavens rest when
they’re old.

A place of learning...
That greed is one’s downfall
That jealousy leads only to hate
That pride comes before the fall
And that good will triumph before it’s too late.

The great lion Aslan, with delving eyes and regal face,
Radiant with glory,
The doorkeeper to that magical place
To Narnia, and its everlasting story.

A world too surreal to be true
And yet something within us feels it to be so
From this sleep we are called, back to a reality we always knew
Though only existing through the words on the page, in Aslan is the
undeniable resonance of someone we know.

 
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