She sat atop a golden throne -
exuberant. Amongst animals of the forest
and brilliant flowers of the utmost radiancy.
It was in a land all her own.
But she did not understand,
or perhaps she simply pretended not to know,
it was only a dream, and as dreams go,
she would soon awake to the bland life at hand.
She would find the animals gone. The flowers dead.
Wether she knew this or not,
the young, simplistic child
always kept the thought of happiness in her head.