Woods

by Elsie aged 12

Walking in the woods,
The trees are dancing around,
The wind is whirling,
Blowing leaves to the ground.
Each step I take I hear the leaves,
The crunch that they make beneath my feet.
I see birds that fly over my head,
I see rabbits that hop here and there.
I stand in the middle of the woods,
Listening,
Listening to nature’s sound,
Sound of peace.

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