Nature is a baby.

• Alexis Ellis, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2004

The grass is growing tall, and baby is going to crawl, the flower smell fresh and sweet as a baby slowly falls asleep, While its dark and the rain falls down, the baby cries and hides its frown, when the animals run to flee the baby's eyes look up to see,as the rainbow comes out to shine, the babie no moreis colour blind.