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