an illusion?

The story is an old one. And yet it lives on. All that happened, happened a long time ago. Or so it seems. Time has gone by and things have changed. I still search for that path, that let to that hill. The hill where the shiny green trees danced under the golden sunshine by day, and the silver moonlight by night. Perhaps it was an illusion, or a mere figment of an over active imagination? I don’t quite know yet.