Spring Poem

So I love writing and doing anything creative. Apparently I always have. Below is a poem I wrote when I was only 11 years old. I don't think it's too bad for an 11 year old either. My mom and grandma kept copies of it all this time and they gave me one after my son was born.

Why did they bring it up again? Well, it's the weirdest/coolest thing. My son was born on February 28! The exact date on the poem. I thought it was really amazing so I printed it off in pretty colors and am making a mat to match so I can hang it up in his room. How's that for coincidence? I was sure surprised.