Atop a mountain I saw the village where all my dreams came true,

Once upon a time.

The sun shined bright over the soft grassy rolling hills.

Tall trees, distant and faint,

Like an army of ants scattered in madness in a still image.

Tiny hut houses lined aside faint brick roads.

Too far to see people, but close enough for the nostalgia.

This rock where I sit shows my previous life,

Where I came from.

The place where all my dreams came true,

Once upon a time.

By Seth McAllister