I wrote a poem and submitted it to a contest. My self-confidence is feeling a bit shaky, so I thought I'd put it up and see what you all think. I want constructive critiscm on it, by which of course I mean I want you to tell me the truth, except if it's bad. Then tell me it's good. Anyway, here's the poem:

She stands outside, next to the oak tree,
Sunlight dappling her chestnut hair,
Her paintbrush gently strokes over the canvas
Leaving an emerald trail.
Lost to the world,
Enamored of the gentle tones of her palette,
She works obliviously.