Chipper and childlike
I graciously grow.
A flourishing flower
A cherished charm
Creativity pencils me personally.
Marveling and meditating on me –
She pours life to me to
Grant me the color I crave.
In me Creativity has seen Childhood's death and
Throughout me she has witnessed Age's revival.
What am I?
I am a dream drawing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem