Reid@YWP

When I think of the color green, I think of the trees behind my school. In kindergarten, when kids were cruel and words hurt more than sticks or stones, the trees were there.

Today I woke up.

I stretched my arms,

brushed my teeth.

Just as I did every morning.

Except, something was different today.

I opened the foggy window

and took a look outside.

Dragon wandered through the forest,

Smiling at his bouquet

Full of bluebells and daisies,

But sighed as he remembered

It was forever incomplete.

When I was younger, I was

friends with her son

They moved a lot, especially after

The divorce

But we still made time to see each other

We grew apart but

My whole life I have been trying to tell a story so beautiful that the world would fall in love with me.

That is why I befriended words and stage lights.

That is why I watch the details of the world