Moira Arena, Grade 7
Trees are dancing, birds are singing,
A quiet aura, no distractions, no commotion.
Glistening water, horizon-high mountains,
Glowing sun rays, fauna flyer.
A cool breeze softens the humid heat.
Birds are tweeting, particularly a parakeet.
I hold my hand out, a butterfly comes,
I see an air drone, there it comes!
Flowers blooming, trees in the foreground,
Bees are buzzing around, I see grass on the ground.
Free in the summer air, free in the open space,
Always happy in nature’s embrace.