I am from pencils, pens and paper
from stories of fantasy and truth
I am from the place where dreams are crushed and fulfilled
Where despair and hope play.

I am from the tree that housed my fortress
The singing birds who eat from my hand
the purple of the flowers, golden sunshine, and light green trees

I am from the playing of games and sour loses
From being a bad sport and victory dances
From being the one who knew how it felt but did it anyway

Where I am From