the air here is heavy, dense with scent
branches sway gently, the emerald grass is silently lush
the back of my skirt flutters against my heels as I step
just the same as fifteen years ago, I am entranced
by fountains and flowers, the Chimes Tower and Eye of Water.
I, the fairy unicorn princess, traipse bare-footed
by gurgling stream, the rush-rush-still waterfall.
If my baby self saw this Me,
they would find it majestic. Even beautiful?
When is the light show? I must remember
what Grandma’s smile looked like