I sit in class
And stare out the window
My teacher's voice trails like a willow

So I imagine the tree
Hanging tendrils over a pond
Slow ripples
Glide through deep, dark, and blue

The evening is upon me
The orange is like water
Splashing upon the land
Slowly
Surely
I close my eyes
A smile that was almost a smile
I feel it like the tears that drape my cheeks
Suddenly I'm tired

I hear yelling
I'm snapped out of my world
My perfect world
Where the sun is always setting
My earth ablaze with orange and pink

I'm in a cold, white room
With two dozen staring faces
My face feels warm
It surely looks red
Not from the setting sun this time