unicorns and dragons come
here in fantasy
My haiku for the subject.
I ascend to higher states, up near clouds and raindrops you cannot see. The land of fruit and honey. Oh my, fruit and honey, doen't that sound good.
Fantasy does not come easy these days, everything is terribly real.
Sometimes it's good to escape, though. Into fields of green splendor, cold babbling brooks. All sorts of friendly wildlife around.