They looked out a window framed with bluebirds, blue butterflies, and blue and white flowers onto a snow-covered field and saw a small bridge and beyond that, a little house half-buried in snow. A path through tall, green trees lay in the distance. From the Blue Land, a Chariot Wheel transports us to another time's forgotten place.
The Blue Lantern
A blue lantern street,
In a blue lantern land,
Where the pen and pages barely meet,
A journey's distance to the sand.