The Meadow
Questions fill my subconcious with grass
The rain is answers that you can't learn in class.
Open-mindedness is the stream
that quenches those who want to see me gleam.
Humor is the tree- lined border
that protects from the beyond disorder.
Creativity is the aurora above
Spreading colors like wings of a dove.
My mind is a meadow
And in the middle is a single willow.