The wind whistles through the trees,

The flies make noises like bees.

The leaves are crispy,

The air smells misty.

The dirt crumbles through your toes,

They hide from the foe.

Predators are wrong,

Even though Fish lay in the pond.

The prey is among,

Whilst the birds sing a song.

The plant sprouts from the earth,

As the world gives birth.

You may think it come to an end,

But then the cycle starts again,

Oh, Mother Nature you are my dearest friend.