I closed me eyes to write a song.
I thought of words but none came on
I reminded my self that I can stand strong, but then I though of china’s great wall
Chinas accomplishments, its dreams and hopes, achieved by work….dedication and good thoughts… should I proceed?
How they get around or how they eat?
By boats and ships or fish and seeds.
How their population overflowed and their knowledge took control.
I looked down at the bag of candy… it read made in china
They must be handy.
I turned around to take a look but there it was a Chinese book.
I opened it up to see what I could find; it’s amazing what you could do if you just use your mind.
A grate garden surrounded by flowers. The picture looked like it resembled power.
I held the picture in my hand, its amazing how many colors you could use for sand.
The description, oh how it caught my sight… it must take a long time to learn how to write.
The Chinese culture, it interested me well… the poetry, the art, the people as well.
