Flying Carpet

A Flying Carpet

Crimson and gold, the sky so bright, A canvas of day, bathed in warm light. Fluffy white clouds, like castles so grand, A magical kingdom, close at hand.

Old Wizard Willow, with beard long and gray, Stood on his carpet, ready to play. "Flying we'll go!" he chuckled with glee, "On adventures untold, just you wait and see!"

The carpet unfurled, with a magical sound, Lifted them gently, right off the ground. Past sunbeams they soared, a shimmering flight, Past rainbow bridges, painted so bright.

They danced with the starlings, a swirling delight, And chased after moonbeams in the fading sunlight. Willow pointed his wand, with a wink and a smile, Turning cloud sheep to gold for a magical mile.

They dodged grumpy thunder, a rumbling loud roar, And gathered stardust, to sprinkle and pour. The carpet then dipped, in a graceful descent, Towards a hidden valley, divinely sent.

Landed softly, on grass emerald green, A place of pure magic, the loveliest seen! Crystal clear rivers and flowers that glowed, Wizard Willow whispered, "Our secret abode!"