Nature

• Natascha Lohmeyer, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2008

The sun will shine,
The rivers will flow,
The ants will crawl down below.

The trees will sway,
The leaves will fall,
Up above the birds will call.

The wind will whistle,
The waves will crash,
On the beach the sand will flash.

Nature is a jewel,
To be nurtured like a treasure,
So all of us can enjoy the pleasure.


By Natascha Lohmeyer