Holiday poetry

The moon has climbed to the top of the tree.

Insects are chirping in the grass.

The bird has returned to its nest.

The lamp is tired.

I'm still studying this problem at my desk.

Dream, how I want to run happily with you.

The trees were blown to shalala by the wind.

The vines upstairs are growing again.

The MP3 player in my ear crackled and sang.

The wind chimes by the window will take care of themselves.

I sat on the bed and looked into the distance.

You can fall asleep when you are tired.

Have a holiday!