Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Wetness of the Undergrowth

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.

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful, Avery! All those vocabulary words put to such good use.
    - Mrs. Carroll

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