We live in NARNIA/ Poem

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Do you reckon that -
 We live in Narnia?
 If I tell you that,
 Bear with me, won’t you?
 
 That Narnia,
 Under Aslan’s reign,
 Aslan- the mighty lion, 
 A creed of rare gene,
 No comparison, by all mean.

That Narnia,
 Under Aslan’s reign,
 Even the Gods of rain,
 Favored his reign-
 Such was his dense mane.
  
 That Narnia,
 Under Aslan’s reign,
 Thrived in all splendor,
 Splendid by all mean,
 Just as Aslan and his mane.
  
 That Narnia,
 Was all magic – you see.
 You look up and down,
 Beneath and beyond,
 Everywhere, magic it was.

That Narnia,
 Was all magic- you see.
 The sky, the clouds,
 The soil, the trees,
 The lakes, the rivers,
 The flowers, the wind,
 And even the animals,
 Were magic, you see.
  
 That Narnia,
 Was all magic- you see.
 For all the animals talked,
 And the trees talked.
 Even the wind did talk, 
 And they were the carriers- 
 The messengers of Narnia.
  
 Narnia was all magic.
 Narnia was all splendid.
 Under Aslan’s reign,
 Aslan- the mighty lion.
  
 But, now? That Narnia,
 That magical Narnia,
 Has lost its magic.
 That splendid Narnia,
 Has lost its splendor.

 How I know?
 They tell me – 
 Those animals, birds,
 Trees and the wind - 
 That none listens to them
And none talks to them.
  
 They tried but.
 They tried screaming,
 They tried calling.
 But, none did hear.
 So they stopped it all.
 They stopped being the magic,
 They once used to be.
  
 None believes magic- they say.
 So none believes what they say!!
 But I believe in magic.
 And I believe in what they say.
  
 So for me?
 This is still Narnia!!
 That magical Narnia,
 That splendid Narnia,
 Ruled by Aslan,
 Aslan- the mighty Lion.
  
 Bear with me, won’t you?
 If I tell you that – we live in Narnia?