Nature changing

Fiery rays shine down on us,
The burning, scorching sun.
Plants wilt and thirst for water,
Precious trees shade everyone.

Excited children laugh and stamp,
Leaves make crackling sounds.
A gentle breeze blows on my face,
Leaves float down to the ground.

A bed of frost adorns the grass,
Dew glistens on the leaves.
Knobbly branches, cold and bare,
On still and silent trees.

A flock of shorebirds soar up high,
To nectar, busy bees zoom.
Buds unfold slowly, leaves emerge,
Delicate flowers bloom.