When I was in school I found out our janitor liked to make poems so every few mornings me and him would make poems about what we saw. For example the cherry tree blossoms, kids running from the buses to get inside because it was cold, or the sunrises over the building. What's funny is I can't remember a single poem I made at that time! =_= because I was always half asleep due to the fact I'm not a morning person. But I remember him saying he enjoyed our morning poems. I may not remember the poems but I enjoyed the morning company.