The Meadow

Questions fill my subconcious with grass 

The rain is answers that you can't learn in class.

Open-mindedness is the stream

that quenches those who want to see me gleam.

Humor is the tree- lined border

that protects from the beyond disorder.

Creativity is the aurora above

Spreading colors like wings of a dove.

My mind is a meadow

And in the middle is a single willow.