SPA Poem

I am surrounded by orange groves and agricultural fields filled with fresh fruits and vegstibles.The field of hope speaks to me as if it were my destiny but it is not my destiny it is my stage. The sound of staff knocking on my door beats in my head like a pair of Skullcandy headphones. the beeping of walkie talkies grow louder and louder every night like a giants footsteps coming closer and closer to me. This is my life at SPA.