You are a tree,

swaying in the wild,wonderful wind ,

like a balloon.

You are a playground,

with millions of kids playing on you,

like a magnet.

You are a wonderful, colourful maple leaf,

slowly floating down,

down to the ever flowing, never ending river .

You are the taste of Monday morning ,

the feeling of school ,

when I wake up .

You are the smell of the wild woods ,

on a beautiful summers evening ,

fresh air everywhere .

You are the sound of birds tweeting ,

at 5am in the morning ,

and crickets chirping loudly.