Dear Peter. One two three What do you see Forests dark Fairies green Sparkling eyes Summer skies Gushing streams Stray sunbeams Four five six A house of sticks Childhood days You chose to stay Someone young Forever true Someone brave The choice anew Seven eight nine You're out of time Their sand ran away You're locked in the day Mousey hair Curious eyes Fallen into your Neverland skies Hand outstretched Smile so warm She gasps at flight and loves the dawn Ten and twelve Gone in a blur You wonder what happens as you follow her Back to a world where you can grow old The days are fast and people bold Neverland trills the stories of Pan Lost to the times, a wonderful man As the sun dawns last he falls into dream Where was eleven? Where has it been? A sleepy smile draws #life to a close, Wherever next, only Neverland knows.