Crossing into the Green

Daily Prompt: All It’s Cracked Up to Be
Tell us about a time when everything actually turned out exactly as you’d hoped.

You've made it to the other side
printed and painted as a postcard
  every caterpillar a butterfly
  every grass flush and green
here, birds chirp proudly and sweet
but never do you see them eat

You have made it to the emerald city
where all is stilled and sublime in life
     not a mean thing to see
     and every hair in place
it is, really, all it is cracked up to be
of red roses in vases and bowls of grapes
yet never nicks nor spills nor any scrapes.

through the looking glass everything looks good
the wild quiet quiets any madness afoot
see, look—there was a crack just where you stood