A hundred years
Come crumbling down
A swing of the axe
Collide with the ground
Time to make history
Into a table
Like frog to a prince
Retelling the fable
The forest is gone
The fairies are, too
Now only in books
Can our dreams come true
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A hundred years
Come crumbling down
A swing of the axe
Collide with the ground
Time to make history
Into a table
Like frog to a prince
Retelling the fable
The forest is gone
The fairies are, too
Now only in books
Can our dreams come true