Clouds And Tree Poem by Yi Tsien

When I was a child,
the flower bed in front of the classroom,
I like to lie on the edge of it.
Look at the sky,
Clouds in cluster and cluster,
white and shiny.
And my 10th birthday,
I was happy.
In front of my house,
the big pear tree was still there.
Summer comes, pear blossoms,
white and shiny, smiling.