A Poem by Ryan Dailey
Mush, wrinkles and slime
How can something so simple be so complex at the same time.
Every thought
Every memory
Every decision
Every action
Made with something so close to nothing
But yet, it is everything
All in this ball of mush we call a brain.
I like how reflective this poem is! It's true that this one part of our body can do so very much for us. I like the drawing too; did you draw it? ~ Mrs. Kopp
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