By: Anthony Pang

Wind blowing on the leaves,

making them rustle.

Hearing the sound of bees,

listening to their bumble.

And with that comes the pounding thunder,

the clouds shouting out from the sky.

Now the lawnmowers come out,

with their roaring sounds.

To announce that winter,

is hiding underground.

And as the temperature warms,

the allergies come,

letting us know that spring has sprung.