Poem forest

The trees are yelling as the winds fight in a pack,

The storm is spitting and trees whipping, 

Eventually they turn their backs,

After a lot of fighting the sun fights the storm away,

The trees and the wind become one, 

As they dance and sway,

The chickens are happy and talking,

The grass grows,

And the birds are chirping and squawking,

The wind, sun and trees flow,

The bees are busy and buzzing,

As the weather is warm and isn’t windy,

And the flowers are growing,

Watch out for the bindis, 

My backyard is my happy place, 

Me and my dog Archie, 

It is our play space, 

The storm can’t stop our party.