Cold Breeze
A young woman filled with happiness
Got her cello off her back and now on the floor
Then put her bag on the floor with homework for later
Her shivers from the cold breeze outside she quickly shuts the door
Then puts that on the floor
Bringing the sweet, red apples from the tree on the floor they go
She wonders what to do then that’s on the floor
It doesn’t take long until the pile is bigger than her
By Chloe Sansom
