Queen of the lands

A short old woman hurried through the woods.

I began following her realizing her to be a mystery.

She wore some really old clothes shrouded in dust,

And seemed to me like a ficus tree.

Astounded I was by her speed.

She raced through the streams and the rocks and the pebbles,

Moved about the place so neat,

I felt her rhythm to be really sweet.

My confusion increased when she entered a small hut

Shrouded in the same dust as hers.

Seemed to me it might be her home.

But then appeared she in a gown very nicely cut.

I wondered and gazed at her in awe.

Was she the same lady I had seen some time prior?

She seemed to me like a mystery herself,

I decided to follow her further in her pursuit.

Further she moved through the citylights and the sparkles,

I wondered at her confidence and charm so cool,

I was never so very amazed by any lady,

Than I was by this wonderful old granny.

I saw her then entering a mansion.

With all its grandeur the tallest trees bowing in front of it,

I mused and thought hard about the fact,

Which could have taken her from rags to the riches!

I sneaked into the palace.

Yes I misguided the security,

And then was laid before me a sight,

Which I wondered if it really gave me a fright?

This old granny was the queen of the lands,

And of the oceans and the mountains and the skies,

From the roof of her palace seemed to rise,

A golden aura beaming right upto the skies.

Oh goodness was this real!

I had seen the queen of the world,

What if now someone catches me?

Thinking this I fled away from everyone's sight

I felt being on the top of the world,

And in the seventh heaven above the world so high.

Yes I am singing the twinkle rhymes.

The sun now seemed to me like a sweet lime,

TRING rang the alarm scaring me out of my wits!

Ohhh so this was a dream I cried,

But that was beautiful thought I

And appeared suddenly before me again the queen of the lands.