This is our poem,

Made in the spring,

Cherished in the summer,

Adorned in the fall,

And buried deep in the souls of winter;

Awaiting the new year

In a locket, a music box

A secure, serene place

Where only we exist

Along with our poem,

Filled with life in the spring,

Abundance of laughter in the summer,

Plenty of love to go around for fall,

And a surrounding warmth,

Numbing your toes,

So you cannot feel pain,

You cannot feel the harsh coldness

The chilling breeze,

The many hardships of this life.

This poem was made

As a gift, a present, the perfect thing

For everyone, the community, society,

For may we have enough and more

Forfilling the hearts and lives of young ones.

This is our poem.