Poetry teacher, I want to tell you what you are, what I am and what you have.

You say red apples are fruit trees,

blow bubbles

This is a small colorful sun.

Teacher, I want to say to you,

You're a magician,

You held up a magical dream.

You said the bow on the child's head

This is a rotating propeller.

So that little girl who loves beauty,

Fantasize about flying to the sky one day.

Teacher, I want to say to you,

You are an angel,

You shed youth and sunshine.