The stream coming down

                    I don’t have a frown,

                    I love the grey rocks

                       But they definitely aren't clocks.

 

                               I love all the trees

                                  Also the bees,

                                 I love the breeze

                             It smells like cheese.

 

                            All the birds chirping

                        Sounds like their burping,

                       The leaves falling all round

                     Coming to rest on the ground.