I wandered down a meandering path Not knowing where it led, And caught a glimpse of color Somewhere not far ahead.

I found my way, quite cautiously And sifted through the reeds And came to the edge of water And peaked between the trees.

A spectacular sight then caught my eye As the sun was going down There stood a pink house framed by pink clouds With fog swirling all around...

I silently stared and breathed in deep While the light slowly dwindled down. When I went searching the very next day, The house was nowhere to be found.