Heart beating fast

I raced to the swing 

I could not be last

An ice-cream dripping down my hand 

The birds singing like a band

I hopped on the swing 

And took off the things I could not bring

I stared at the valley below 

That's when I saw a little bungalow 

So many trees

And hives filled with bees 

Bright colourful flowers

And elephants having showers

Beautiful tree tops 

And people eating choc tops

The outdoors is a wonderful place 

With butterflies dancing with grace.