Tell Me

Tell me that I’m not insane. 

Tell me that the little man on the giant cliff doesn’t exist. Dare to tell me that dragons don’t cut the skies, the oceans aren’t filled with monsters, and the forests hide no spirits to speak of. Tell me that the wind rustles through the trees and that the trees don’t reply back with a lilting refrain. Tell me there is no more magic. Tell me that belief is gone and I shall prove you wrong.