Comments about Peter Tran
It is like soft cream,
somewhat like a dream
It is a pearl pillow,
yet it does not billow!
Who, what, where, why you ask?
Here is a hint, I do not bask
in the sunlight or I shall melt
but it is so cold that it will leave a welt.
What am I?
When Spring comes I say good bye,
when Fall comes I hit the ground
without a sound
As my scene comes to a close,
the Spring wind begins to blow.
As cold and bold I am now
I cannot leave without a bow.
Therefore I shall introduce myself,
Even if I am not full of wealth
Finally I ...