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.