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 .