Nektarios Kollias, Grade 5
The wind was screaming a warning sound,
The rain was pouring to the ground.
But the flowers grew,
And spread their leaves,
And the small seeds flew like little beads.
The storm raged on, eating up,
Everything went, everything gone.
It started to snow,
Which made the rivers flow,
Dropping their water and starting to grow.
The wind yelled at the top of its voice.
The sky was sad, the rain angry,
But the wind sang like a broken canary.
The trees were lost,
They paid much cost,
And held their breath,
Prepared for their death.