Natures best

• Madelene Ragno, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2004

The sun is shining at it's brightest, the birds sing a graceful melody, mum hugs be at her tightest, my cheeks burst with glee. I walk down the footpath hearing the grumpy dogs bark, I look on the wall and see all the craft. Going down the alle way looking very scared, arrive at school, see my friends study nature at it's best. The bell goes school has come to and end but nature is still at it's best.