Ever-land

               There is a place called ever-land, I go there now and then.

             A pleasant isle of warmth and joy where rainbows never end.

           Sun bright skies through all the day and night time stars aglow,

             bring the dew damp, dawning light while gentle breezes blow.

          There shall always be an ever-land for those who learn to dream.

              It's a promise of forever, upon stars that brightly gleam.

          I will smile a broad and happy smile as each day comes and goes,

            while dreaming dreams of ever-land, as I'm passing to and fro. ... JH

         I shall sing with my last breath ... the words of my favourite song ...

                         "Que sera, sera, (whatever will be will be)

                                   the future's not our's to see

                                             Que sera, sera." ... JH