Birds

Rain falls, clouds grow, thunder strikes,

I look out my window

The beauty of nature is bizarre

I seem not to go outside often, but when I do, it's like taking a breath of air after holding your breath.

It feels relaxing

I usually get calm and relaxed outside,

I go outside and sit on a hill near my house

The small wind blows in my face

It's a nice feeling

Unlike the stress of school, friendships and everything else

It's nice here

I watch the birds chirp and fly in groups

It could be nice to be a bird

I wonder if they worry

I try not to think too much

I just lay down on the hill