Make Believe

Here we are, in Make Believe
A place that we call home
Right here, these three boxes are
A lovely, lit up throne

Sitting is the princess,
With natural, light blue hair
Fifteen flowers are her crown
In a kingdom that's quite fair

The valley holds a village
Inside the watered lawn
Of little girls and boys
That dance in rise of dawn

This isn't in a story book
There's too many to be written
But the lovely world of Make Believe
Is something found within