My scrolls are really office supplies,

my quill pen made of tape 

and robin feathers.

My garden is contained

and my imagination

is on a a schedule.

But my scolls unfurl just the same,

and the robins in my garden are just as lively as any other.

My imagination is a big as the castles it creates,

as loud as the sky is blue,

and as majestic

and timeless

and beautiful

as the loving God who created it.