Yatta! Mizu-chan no atarashi shi wa! Or in English that would be "Yay! Mizu's new poem!" Yes, I'm sure you're all cheering now. Anyway, yes, we have finally come upon our poetry section for English class so I have some new stuff that will be posted throughout the next couple of days or so. Yes, about this poem: we were told to find a picture and write a poem, so I picked a nice dead tree photo (take out the spaces: http:// www. rickchapman. com/ chapmandatabase/ Tree2003/ images/ ) and thus freaked out my class when I read this to them. I guess they think I'm too happy to write dark things. Ahh, fun, fun, fun. Anyway, read, review, etc.

Death can color the horizon,
When all you can see is one fading life
It's a cracking tree; a dying tree;
A white tree with broken fingers
Reaching up toward the pale, grey sky

Death is like the dreams of the fallen -
Those decaying within the twisted roots
Of the lonely tree and the silent tree,
Grasping up with their broken fingers
Up for life and the snow-strewn sky

But death is your wish of the future,
So you will fall beneath the earth
To join the white tree and the cold people,
Then you too will yearn with broken fingers
Up for a sky that's no longer yours