Nature

• Brittany Wise, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2011

In the heat of the sand,
And the warmth of the sun,
The waves crash in,
One by one.
As the flowers begin to blossom,
Birds start to sing,
The wind starts to whistle.
Making the branches swing.
When the leaves start to fall,
And the trees become bare.
The sky looks down,
As the nature doesn’t care.
The autumn night fell,
Another year went.
And the waves still crashed.
The air still had, natures scent.