By Shivansh Lohia

We would introduce ourselves with ice breakers,
Go watch the seed pod of the eucalyptus tree sprout
While the Australasian robin chirps.
Enjoy burgers and compete for who can eat the most onion rings,
Pay for each other's meal,
Then go shoot golf balls on a driving range.
We would enter a cave and shout as loud as we could,
And hear our echoes fade.
Play in the mud while rain falls on our heads,
Make mud manes while roaring like lions.
Make abstract pieces of art while tap dancing in style,
Enjoy steaming hot cups of tea
And blow the foam away,
While laughing our hearts out as the sun fades away.
Sit on a hill having a midnight snack while the moon shines brightly,
Look into a telescope to see round windows
Of the rocket flying up, up, and away.
Leaving for home was a sad, sad day,
But we would once again
Have this much fun again.
Wow..wonderful poem Shivansh! Well done!