a short poem
The shiny key ,
was as clean as can be,
on top of the lushes tree.

The tree was green and looked kind of funny,
but it was the same colour as American money.

The frost on the tree was as white as paper,
it was just as beautiful as autumn maple.

Back to the key in the lovely green tree,

the key shone like a light house,
but it was as quiet as a small grey mouse.

we are at the end of our wonderful venture,
but I'll be back with another adventure.

:D