A Prelude to Fairy Tale written by: Pat Berardini

A prelude to fairy tale

A fairy tale is mystical journey on Pegasus (the flying horse) from the steep banks of reality, to the fertile shores of imagination. This will be an adventure of the mind. Lets hop on Pegasus, if not Pegasus, a cardboard box will do, and leave all your worries and this crazy mixed up world behind. Hold on tight; we are moving at the speed of light and as slow as a turtle all at once. We are heading straight for the Island of Europa. Europa is the serendipitous place you've heard of in the whispering wind in the back of your imagination.

See the world through the imagination of a child
Sit down besides a tall shade tree for awhile,
And greet the new day with a smile,
Become imagination's stepchild.

Let the day slip away tied with your cares,
Your barriers are down,
Pick yourself up off the ground,
The first act is just beginning and listen to the fanfare.

All around us now on the Island of Europa, the tangerine orange sky has only a hint of electric blue and the sun plays hide and seek with billowing, puffy white clouds. Europa is surrounded by vast azure oceans. Whispering in the wind are the soft voices of crayon angels each holding a waxy green lit candle. The mountains are frosted alabaster white and icicles hang down as if great ominous stalactites. Europa is truly an Eden in paradise and treasures are awaiting for a wondering mind. The treasures are not gold or diamonds but faith, hope, and the greatest of them all is love. The fruit of the lemon trees are not tart but subtly sweet. Nights have to be seen, as the stars wonder their weary paths and strum the galaxies in a grand and harmonious cosmic dance. If you listen quite intently you can hear the melodious rhapsody of leaves falling down from pomegranate trees. A painters palette of flowers shine luminescent, while sending out a wave of radiate colors that light up a path leading to an emerald fountain of youth. Oh my... there's a licorice tree! Observe carefully, you may spy a wishing well where wishes are granted and dreams come true.

As a harvest moon passes a star dappled sky,
So it has been written and so it has been said
Take the path less traveled instead
From Galilee to Galapagos to Shanghai

Written by: Pat Berardini 2011