the end of class

While we wait for the mousse
Everything else is coming loose
We're sharing our arts and creations
And we find there are no limitations

Poems, paintings and songs
We find ourselves in different lands
As what we've done leaves our hands
In the arts we see no wrongs

With the help of water color
The tune of a guitar
Using modern technology
And even some ground tea

This evening marks the end of three months
We've shared laughter, joy and many songs
Walls come down, fears gone away
And we all end this, with a big fat YAY!