A Landscape of Differences
Today I am different.
As I view an ant on a gentle leaf,
I feel as if I am strangely different.
I feel like the ant is normal, like doing homework.
The paper would be a magnificent landscape with ink and lead to be its grass and trees.
As the grass grows, the pencil works harder and the same for shimmering green trees with the red and fiery cardinals.
The spring brings flowers up like me on
a trampoline, the winter brings snowflakes like a man that is parachuting, the summer brings the sun like a giant fireball, and the fall
brings leaves like a blockade of fiery arrows.
As this beautiful paper world grows, I become more unlike my past self. This is
always meaning that when my imagination grows, everything grows with it.
- Alex
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