The raccoon ( part 2)

A raccoon not like the rest, A item took from the trash out, not the best Falling into the woods Along with old drawings and rotten food.

Lock , forgotten, and hidden Like old toys and mittens Devastating in the heart It lay like a awful mark

loneliness inside grows And cries thought out night dreams she has known Fading into the light of the sky

In the deepest of her mind Something lying inside. It told her to paint with her life "Trash too can make beauty," which wasn't a lie

Like a art piece that makes your days Amazing people far and wide. Her desire changes it way That transformed her view and sight

Her a masterpiece that would last A fansty of a endless love Pieces of her soul from the past Those dreadful years that caused that idea to fly like a dove