Poem

Here's one of the poems I'm submitting for Creative Writing. It's called:

Tired Chameleon



I am a reptile,

Changing color every so often,

Enabling myself to mold

To every habitat I encounter.



The jungle around me shifts;

Different textures of bark, different scents of rain,

New beginnings.



I want to find a hollow tree,

Filled with nourishment, so I

Could rest there, inside,

For the rest of eternity,

Unchanging color