When I get to be a writer
I will create a novel
And fill it with my own thoughts
Flowing from my heart
Into the wondrous world
Like the ripples of a quiet pond
Softly .
Slowly .
My words will reach out
And touch people's hearts
With delicate fingers natural as mist
All who read my words will
Hear the sound of rain
Pitter-pattering in their ears
My ideas will taste of ice cream
Gently melting and leaving
A mild and lasting sweetness
When I get to be a writer
And the sun shines upon my book