Clicking the green flag will play an accompaniment to When I Grow Up from Matilda the Musical.
This is just an old poem I wrote a while ago, and I apologize if it's hard to read in its format. The art is from frozenstocks on deviantart. In easier to read form, here is the poem: In a forest the wind blows all trouble away, On soil years old, on a misty chilled day. But behind all the frost and the vast clouded skies, The most graceful of trees in a clearing now hides. It's slender and dark yet bent out of direction, Which reminds us that life always has imperfection It may not have leaves, but it will always make sure That the moss on its trunk is both safe and secure. Like a mother's embrace, the sun brightens the tree, It's lined with golden light, as it always should be. A glimpse of it reminds me of times way back then, Yet maybe one day I might see it once again.
