Behind Building 700 where life imitates art,
Are beautiful birds of all sorts, sizes and shapes.
Behind Building 700 is where I learn my trade,
Watching life imitate art.
Behind Building 700 I find my soul in the water,
Which also imitates art.
Behind Building 700 the lilies dance upon water,
Not always being seen as they imitate art.
Behind Building 700 the tall grasses sway in the breeze,
Imitating living art.
Behind Building 700 peace comes in waves of chirps,
Singing a song of imitating art.
Behind Building 700 the air is fresh with a clean smell of grass and dirt,
Imitating the smell of art.
Behind Building 700 is where I find myself,
My life, imitating art.
By Gina Eairheart