1. The Magic Box Dreams of a pink moon, Ice from a green fire,
I will put in the box
The reflection of an evil, vicious vampire,
The rumble of a rushing waterfall of dreams,
The horror of a shadow while you sleep at night.
The softest , fluffiest , puffiest cloud,
The magic from the twinkle of a star,
The burning of an ancient man growing younger.
The secrets from a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow,
The sadness from a turtle as he lost the race again,
The wink of an elephant as he thought of the mysteries beyond.
Dreams of a pink moon,
Ice from a green fire,
The softest rock from the darkest cave.
My box is fashioned from marshmallows and candyfloss.
It is shaped like a cloud and multicoloured.
It’s designed from swirls and fluff.
It’s texture is as a baby’s bottom.
When alone it sings and dances.
In the walls it lives.
BLINK! It goes invisible!
Caoimhe Lyons and Ruby Mitchell