Orianna Mendez is a poetry columnist and Year-2 student at BHSEC Cleveland.

Running through the fields of my heart,
Your slightest embrace is the sunshine on my face.
Pot of gold at the end of my rainbow, 
Even though to get there I walked a dirt path.
Flowers in bloom, the sky so blue,
I see through the hills and valleys too.
Through the rain showers and green grass, who knew,
My love is like lucky charms for you.