Out of the building

September 27, 2007
The wind blows softly and smoothly turns the pages

Of my boldly red notebook full of thought,

The sun shines just beyond the mysterious shadow

Of the school building ,

The sky is just as beautiful as the cold sparkly

Dew on the grass ,

Quiet sounds of cars and buses longing to be heard

in the far off distantce of a near noisy city,

An ant crawls carefully along my blue jeans,

Softly and yet so stout ,

When I carefully lookout into the distantce

Isee millions of dancing trees,

other students working

Silently ,

I see nature .

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