Walk through the enchanted forest,
Past the dancing fairies,
Over the polished blue river,
Around the sparkling plants that bid you distraction
Walk through the city,
Past the crowded storefronts,
Over the busy bridge,
Around the shows and sights that bid you distraction
Walk through the garden,
Past the blooming flowers,
Over the picket fence,
Around the porch swing that bids you distraction
Walk through the gates,
Past the final judge,
Over the pride of man,
Around the notable people that bid you distraction
to me. Perfection.