Float away with me to a magical world…
Where down maybe be up, and up may be down, and blue bottles grow on trees…
To a place where seashells aren’t always found by the sea.
You might wave to your neighbors as you float by.
Where tiny bees buzz…
And ladies don’t always wear the colors you might expect.
Float away, it’s time to play…
Leave your worries for another day…
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 