To the editor:
Any season at all brings many things
Bird with wings who so often sings
Fish go through water when it swims
Trees look sad with no leaves on limbs.
Heart you have has been broken
My tired feet need some soaking
Life was planed for a certain purpose
Three circles are contained in a circus.
Mighty mountains with peaks of snow
And smiling faces with a great glow;
A field you found all full of dreams
Bright moon giving off many beams.