By: Chloe Nacson
Swish, Swish th blow of the trees
Ribbit, Ribbit the croak of the frogs
Crack, Crack the sticks under my feet
Nowhere to go just down the path
The muddy river like a stream of chocolate milk
Close but not close
Far but not far
I get closer and closer each step I take
Finally I am here
Silence all lets just enjoy
“What the breeze whispers”, the beautiful sight of nature