My lungs are a bee hive, brewing the honey of life
My brain is a archive of experiance,curiosity, and knowledge
My vains are ant tunnels, always bussy, always working, never stopping
my heart is my power plant, fueling my body with power for the day ahead
my soul is a wandering bird searching for awnsers to existance
my surroundings are my insperation telling me to write this poem...
not bad for a 11 year old huh?