A Third View From The Moon

I love stories tales untold, written in simple words, just let your imagination unfold, just like a stream pure with gold, dancing through the mountains, in glens of green grass, take a cold drink my sweet lass. Spin me a tale of fantasies, filled with joy of being, seated in love's serenity, to a new place unknown, let your throughs glide softly like the wind with snow, let me know where to go. Colors of the rainbow after a late summer rain, air pungent to inhale, a valley full of aspen dancing with the breeze, soon to undress, to greet winters coat, you are there so my love create a tale, let your mind go.