Nature

Glare of light peeking through the trees when the sun comes up.

Green trees like a cold breeze. 

Bloom of the blossom is like we are doomed.

Cold icy water is as cold as a block of ice.

I dove into a grove.

Biosphere is life.

I see the sunset lowering slowly with the cold breeze hitting my knee.  

Hotter than the beach on a hot day.

Banned from the beach flashbacks are like a nightmare where you can't get up. 

Water, water, bang, bang, I walk into the warm sand.

Wildlife, the animals run to the water hole. 

I am a green thing, I come from a tree. What am I?