Pinewood trees
By Kate B
A little ladybird flutters off my hand and into the depths of the woods
I stroll in, basking in the dappled sunlight of the rich pine trees
The luscious green leaves crunch under the soles of my bare feet
The pungent scent of the pine wood trees thick in the air
As the leaves dance and rustle in the light wind
A little ladybird flutters its tiny wings in the afternoon sun