By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
On a hill
I sat very still,
Back against the tree
I saw far as I could see.
Unhappy,
I climbed this very tree
At the top it was windy,
Not shady at all.
It was a summer day,
I then no longer feel so gay.
I fell from atop of that tree,
And even the flees laughed in glee!
ttt
15 September 2014
