A Little Girl With A Notebook

A little girl with a notebook
Sitting under a tree
Scribbling words down furiously
About everything she sees
But sometimes her imagination
Runs off into riot
Others don’t see what she sees
When she’s sitting nice and quiet
Rockets swooping through the stars
Fish that dance and sing
She scribbles down these happy thoughts
And doesn’t miss a thing
Sometimes she writes sad things
About the way things are
But she doesn’t like to linger there
She shoots into the stars
She creates her own happy place
With imagination and words
The sky is always blue there
And full of singing birds
A little girl with a notebook
Sitting under a tree
Scribbling words down furiously
That little girl was me

#NaPoWriMo April 24

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