The Magic Box by Sylvia

The Magic Box

 
I will place in my box,
the joy of touching soft snow,
the sugary scent of an ice cream shop,
and the giggles of the first time Roald Dahl tasted lollies.

I will put in my box,
the scary sounds in a haunted room,
the soothing melody of a pheonix,
the mouth watering look of sweet lollypops.

I will pour in my box,
the golden tears of a kauri tree,
a raging tornado,
a roaring lion.

I will dump in my box,
a mission in a forest,
the rainbow horn of a unicorn,
and the dream of a selfish giant.

My box is lined with coarse leather on the inside and fragile spider webs cover it on the outside.
My box glows a silvery blue and is very magical.

I can do anything in my box 

and what ever I think - can come true.
My box is full of happiness.

By Sylvia