Nature

The grass pokes the bottom of my legs,
The tree leaves sway in the breeze.
Squirrels chatter whilst running through the trees,
The chimes sound from all over.

The tree leaves sway in the breeze,
The wind blows my hair around my face.
The chimes sound from all over,
The kittens are meowing in their frantic rush to get food.

The wind blows my hair around my face,
You hear the puppies playing in the grass nearby.
The kittens are meowing in their frantic rush to get food,
The smell of fire fills the air.

You hear the puppies playing in the grass nearby,
The sky is a mixture of pink, blue and orange.
The smell of fire fills the air,
The sun is setting on the horizon.

The sky is a mixture of pink, blue and orange,
Squirrels chatter whilst running through the trees.
The sun is setting on the horizon,
The grass pokes the bottom of my legs.