One which is not always pretty.

All the time looking for the pot of gold that awaits me at the end. Most of my days have been cloudy, and often I cannot see my path laid out before me.

But when that sky clears you can be sure that I am trying to get a few steps closer to my fantasy.

Sometimes when I think my gold is in site a hurricane whips me up and I find myself back where I first embarked on my journey.

Some choose to mock my painstaking efforts to reach my ambition, others choose to offer kind jesters to aid me in my quest.

And throughout my journey I do not let my face sweep the grounds of this earth, instead I proudly raise my head into the clouds and inadvertently let my hair blow in the wind.

Upon my face you could never see a scorn or a frown, but instead a smile and a grin.

And I travel upon my rainbow taking it step by step, for I know that no one else can travel my rainbow for me.

And waiting for me at the end is my pot of gold.

By Zahra Muhammad, Spice Valley Middle School No caption EDUCATION MONTH MINI SUPPLEMENT ED