Flashing out into fantasy, my imagination is set free.
I go into another time, another world and day dream.
My mind makes no sense to me, but still I love to dream.
I imagine the world is upside down, there is nothing but trees.
No cities, no beans, just upside down trees.
There are big animals with crayons and skis.
Also, big bugs that sing.
There is no criticism or harsh words because
every ones’ clothes are on backwards,
no one cares about their clothes being backwards.
They act as if they aren’t there.
Every one is care free
And they love to sing.
As the class bell rings I drift back into reality. I contemplate what my mind was thinking.
I sit and ponder; that this is how I want the world to be. Nothing but trees
Stephanie Beyer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trees-16/
