Poem: My Imagination

close up of large sunflowers growing tall

by Mark Clark

The trees are alive with
the sound of the wind;
The birds fly in the sky
singing a song;
The frogs and the crickets
playing an instrument
for the sound of music;
The grass and the green are
the valley of your freedom;
The land and the mountains
are the joy of duty;
A rainbow glowing in the sky
bright and shiny in my eyes;
The flowers and butterflies
are the treasure of your garden;
The bees and the flies
are the taxi for your ride;

Your imagination is your relaxation.