A sonnet:Sparrows soaring over skies bathed in blueConcoct melodies with such elegance,Immune to illnesses of woe and rue, They seem, to observers in abundanceRabbits roam 'bout, while predators prowl rife,Amongst trees that trespass no forests' land,Beings bound only to the laws of lifeWander without chains, within home and beyond.The lions may live in their kingly …
The Forgers of Fantasy 