Nature
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Carter Mursell, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2011
Colorful flowers pollinated by bees,
Trickling water, towering trees.
The air is filled with a sweet bird’s song,
As the animals drink at the Billabong.
The leaves are red brown and gold,
Nature’s story is yet to have been told.
Most of the animal’s hibernate,
Those that are left run away from the cold.
The sun is high in the ski,
Telling us it’s nearly spring time.
We mustn’t take what we can’t give back.
To nature we must nurture her back.