The Lighting Section at Lowe’s  

A hundred twinkling lights,

Shimmered in the cold warehouse. 

In the midst of this industrial complex

Filled with an assortment of tools and tricks,

Shone bright, these fragments of innocence.

This was a brilliant forest,

The land of enchantment, of charm, of magic.

Celestial beings, perhaps fairies, 

Fluttered between the glowing orbs.

Such a sight, the embodiment of purity.

This was a dream-like world,

The land of enticement, of desire, of glamor.

Blissful characters, pixies and elves, 

Frolicked in the glittering display.

Such a sight, the embodiment of naivety.

This fantasy, 

Was a figment of my imagination.

A hundred twinkling lights,

Was only the lighting section at Lowe’s.