Once upon a time it starts
As all good fairy tales should
But this one had no rhyme or reason
And yet I understood

My eyes looked up; I had to stop
And think of what it said
The words were music; a vivid song
Oh, the thoughts that filled my head

I was a pilot or who knows what
With every page I’d flip
Now I’m a diver on a tropical isle
A chill in every dip

And when the pages ended
And when the book was done
I grinned and gasped—thought, “What a blast!”
And grabbed another one

“Where the Sky Ends,” the cover said
I couldn’t wait to know
I thought of all the comes from sky
Like clouds and rain and snow

I read it quickly to see the end
Oh, the anticipation
And then I read those final words:
“It ends with imagination.”