Friday, August 26, 2011

I am poem

I am funny, weird
I wonder where the wind comes from
I hear the rain
I see the wind
I want to be known
I am funny,weird

I pretend to fly
I feel the sky
I touch the moon
I worry about life
I cry when people die
I am funny,weird

I understand that people lie
I say God
I dream about growing
I try to be good
I hope I do good
I an funny,weird