Nature.
Swaying in the wind,
Singing their songs,
Nature has it's way
to live where it belongs.
Happy as ever
Watching people pass,
I would love to be sitting there,
Dancing with the swaying grass.
The water follows the pattern,
Drizzling this way and that.
The wind blows each direction
So hold onto your hat!
All in all I wonder
What it would be like,
To live as something other,
From day to starry night.
Meredith, age 11.