A pencil in my
hand and paper on
my lap
My imagination roaming
as I sit
here in my seat.
I begin to draw
no paint
I begin to paint a picture
of a dragon named
Vollys. I begin to draw
no, feel
I feel myself flying
through the air,
swift and nimble
and silent as a hummingbird.
Now I am
singing a beautiful
song, letting my heart
go free as I let
the wonders of
Nature surround me as I
dance in
a meadow.
Or maybe a forest.
I am sitting in a
forest, talking to
the animals.
The birds and
deer and squirrels and
maybe a fox
laughing at the
nonsense
we speak.
Oh what magic
a pencil and piece of
paper can make.HOME