Silent disbelief

    
 Never a noisy place,    
seems to sleep all day,    
does it dream, the trees,    
their fantastic forms,    
all illusion, how do    
I enter such a place ?    
Many shapes to challenge    
my imagination, too    
must dream, enter the mind    
nature wrought, which    
began this never-land    
I can understand only    
in the fog of make believe.    
Believe I must, yet    
truth can be hard to bare,    
to dream each day    
in such a place is all I ask,    
why I call each day    
in thorn-proof green,    
breathless, silent disbelief.