By Avery L.
Rain, after a mighty storm,
glazed on the grassy field is a
happy sight, like an everlasting smile for miles and
miles.
The passion for this mighty sight explodes in
my mind, and festers like a diabolic scheme.
My glee lasts so long, floating gently through the
air.
The smiles on my face were manifold, sunlit
with joy and exultation.
I sigh a deep happy sigh of relief.
The secrets of nature show their beauty within the
sparkling crystals resting upon the undergrowth.
The water silently bends the mighty grass.
Beautiful, Avery! All those vocabulary words put to such good use.
ReplyDelete- Mrs. Carroll