11 October, 2020
Last summer weekend
With my best friend
When the sky is brighten
We went to the garden.
I saw thousands of flowers
White lilies and roses
Something in the corner
Like the garden's owner.
That flowers are yellow
Like little fellows
Their best friends are trees
They are happy and free.
Then my best friend says,
They are daffodils.
W.M. Miyasi Sasara Pahandi,
Grade 7,
St. Micheal’s College,
Homagama.