I see trees. Nature. The living. And the dead.
I hear the sounds of life. But the most important is music.
I smell spring air. The freshness.
I taste nothing.
I touch the materials I have been given. A paper, and a pen.
I feel as though I am stuck.
I wonder about too many things. I am always thinking.
I wish for someone to fix the world.
I hope for nothing because I am grateful.
I am not a poet. I am a girl.