When Reality Is Storming Down

Imagination's Tree

As all man’s tears and all the world’s rain

Fall down in thunderous despair

‘Tis time to turn and run away

To hide behind Imagination’s tree.

Climb high into its branches

To escape the raging waters

In some feeble, desperate hope

To reclaim your sacred dreams.

Though heavens may flash

And winds shriek and cry

Cling tight to the tree of the things

Of which all dreams are made.

In its sturdy branches will you find

Shelter from the reality that claws

At the things that have made you

So have no fear and close your eyes.

Only if you let it will Imagination’s tree

Give way to the mundane all around

So wild and free let your mind run,

Only building a fortress against the world.

~Leiland Arnholt