Outside, poem by Lilly
Lilly, ‘Grade 4, International School of Hamburg.
Fresh air, blowing in my face.
The leaves are frozen,
they look like crystals.
The sun is low and shining bright,
I thought it was a big, huge light.
My breath is turning into ice,
I scratched my head like I had lice.
An airplane flies
through an only blue sky.
So when I stepped inside,
I felt so warm and so relieved.