Nature

• Teresa Repice, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2008

As I lie on my trampoline I watch nature go by,
As the wind blows past me I watch the sweet birds fly.
The gentle breeze touches my skin, tickles my face and blows my hair,
It rustles the leaves and shakes them wildly but never do they tear.
I listen to the sweet birds twitter and sing their songs to each other,
I watch the baby birds waiting nervously for their mother.
How lucky I am to be in this humble place that always stays this way,
It’s peaceful and special where I am today.