Thin barely-trees guard the background,
blocking the mysteries that may change
the view of the grass sprouting
in every single direction with the rocks
like stepping stones to nowhere
except leading into the water, rushing
around madly, not bothering to stop
until it falls over the edge of the paper.
Author's Note: Another assignment for poetry. Another "inspiration" poem. We have to bring in music or art and write about it. :( For the next two weeks.