One day I had the awesome idea to
Make a poem about nature.
So I caught a pigeon
And jumped on its back.
The pigeon carried me over a large
I asked my friend, the pigeon, what was it.
He replied: "Fields and Crops".
I asked the bird to stop for a minute.
Then I got a pair of scissors,
Cut a portion of the fabric,
And stored it in my chest pocket.
I also passed over a fluffy green carpet.
My friend told me it was an old forest,
Of course I cut a little of it too.
And stored it with the other piece.
Night came, my pigeon was sleepy.
He called a brother, the Owl,
And left me in his care.
Ahh! the Owl's feather are so soft and silky.
When I got home, I looked at what I had
There, on the table were:
2 pieces of the fields, 1 of the forest,
A few butterfly wings, a bright portion of the moon and a drop of the night sky.
I quickly got to work.
With my pen I sewed those pieces together.
Then using the night sky essence
I painted it black.
That is how you make a nature poem