"Theme for English 7B"

Mr. Geib said,

Go home and write
A poem to tonight
Let the words just flow
Onto the page
Your verse will be all the rage
And everyone will see how well it is made

What to write about - I don't quite know yet,
But I'm certain it will appear soon.
I hope it will, because I certainly don't want
This poem to sound like it was written by a complete buffoon.

No, it is not a buffoon, who is writing this poem, but only myself,
Can you guess whom? 
An inventor I can tell you, who is writing this poem,
Just an innocent, young mind, blooming with new ideas.
One who creates vivid dreams, which go beyond the earth,
O'er the sun and through the shining stars of heaven.
Dreams that can take you places beyond your wildest imagination.

I am the creator of stories,
which tell about pink and purple sunsets
Swirling radiantly across the sky,
Or of sunshine crystals peeking through the trees.
Dreams such as glistening waves, rushing up to the shore,
Or of soaring birds who reach the top of the world.
I am the creator of love, beauty, and compassion.
The one who tells about everything I know of,
Including tragedy or friendship.

Dreams are wishes that come from the heart,
And what makes us apart of life.
I am a person who writes dreams, express dreams, loves dreams,
And lives dreams, but most importantly, I believe in dreams
Because that is what my life is all about.
So, that is my poem, is it all right?
I am a dreamer of life with a heart filled with might.