I miss walking down this yellow brick road,

Leading to places I never thought I’d go

Near by, a gentle blue river brightly glowed

I wondered where it flowed to, now I know.

In this place, colors could tell me stories

Lines to oceans to fruits to hills to shapes

Each and every object showed their glories

All this beauty! It’s hard to close the drapes.

The words that were spoken were like love songs

The garments worn were fit for royalty

This will be where my heart always belongs

Let’s stay, among high class society

Like when Cinderella wore her glass shoes

Oh sweet Paris, you are my dream come true.