IS IT SAFE TO LOOK AT THE MOON?

In A Faraway Land

There is a land that calls me in my dream
A land that's gentle, a land that's genteel
A dream land of tenderness, and of kindness;

There is a land that beckons me in my dream
A land of freshness, unspoiled in its newness
A dream land of the good, and of the dutiful;

There is a land that hails me from afar
A land that's magical, a land of the stars
A dream land of the fairies, and of the mystic;

There is a land that whispers to me at dawn
A land of the people, and of a generation
A dream land of home, and of home sweet home;

There is land that moves me to dream of dreams
A land that's glorious, and a land of the noble
A dream land of the exalted, and of the memorable;

There is land that entices me, lures me to dream
A land of the dainty, a land of the beautiful
A dream land of wonder, and of the admirable;

There is a land that befriends me in my daydreams
A land that encourages me, a land of the confident
A dream land of hope, and of the brave in dreams;

There is a land that endows me, fills me with dreams
A land of plenty, a land of fields and of talents
A dream land of endurance, and of lasting devotion;

There is a land that summons me in my nightly dreams
A land of the authoritative, and of the precise power
A dream of the influential, and of the prestige;

There is a land that invites me to share my dreams
A land of writers, of authors, and of dream makers
A dream land of fame, of publicity, and of immortality.