WINTER CAMP POEM
Animals jump past
None of the breakfast last
Imagine something is good
Mammals are cute but we need food
Abunch of the animals look at us hungrily
Lots of us look at back timidly
People's memory holds the keys to one's soul
Animals on a wintry day are of this sort
Neither the panda nor the children seek to know
Days away from nature continues to grow
Antiquity assigns grace to a panda's world
Someday will Heaven mercy children for our faults?
