Nature's Dance

• Jessica Wicks, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2017

The wind blew south
Slowly, the leaves began to rustle
Waving around as the wind passed them
The grass started to copy the leaves
Wildly swishing around, making patterns
Like it was performing a dance
There was a low rumble in the distance
A storm was coming
It suddenly became cold
The wind blew stronger
Thunder rumbled, closer now
Crickets chirped
A bolt of lightning appeared
Rain started to heavily fall
This was the way nature spoke
This was nature's dance.