I am one with mystery
As I watch my outer self
Walk onward to the
Smallest white flower by
The trees as the water
Drips from the tip of the
Leaves you will see a circle
Of light in the forest
And find an inner calm of
Peace and breathe in truth.
I understand how when I am
confused that the mystery of
me is the world in my mind
made of love and peace.
By Haley, 12th grade