Sitting here in study hall
nothing left to do.
I stare at blank walls,
there's a world I go to.
The sun is shining
upon the grass.
So why is everyone whining?
We're still stuck in this class.
The window is open,
as I sit here hoping...
That this breeze
would just keep flowing.
The wind is so gentle
as I sit in this place.
It's really quite simple
as it touches my face.
I'm no longer in school
as I sit here day dreaming.
I realize now
that I may look like a fool.
But what I see
is even more lively.
I can climb a tree
or buzz like a bee.
In this world,
I've created just for me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem