Mein Blatt am Baum ist sehr schön,

obwohl es Winter ist.

Es ist immer noch grün,

obwohl es Winter ist.

Ich pflücke es nie, damit es immer noch schöner und schöner wird.

April 2008

I was in mommy's and daddy's bed and looked out the window. I saw a little leaf and it was still April, but the leaf was still green. I just saw the leaf and then everything jumped out of my mouth. I really like it.


Stars are in the air

And they are white.

They look like paper.

October 2007

I wrote this poem when I went to Saint Ann's. Back then I thought that stars were folded out of paper.