Nature

The sky is blue,
The clouds are fluffy,
And also puffy.

The grass is green,
Just like a bean.
We sit and relax on the groud,
Waiting to hear that sound.
The birds chirp as they fly,
Kissing their mothers goodbye.

The trees grow as leaves fall,
And then the wind calls.
Blowing away, I just want to stay.

The sun is bright,
It gives us light.
And then the day turns into night.