The tall trees stand still except for their rustling leaves,

As if they are humans letting the blowing breeze whip their hair.

Squirrels rush through the bushes,

Like lightning bolts through the sky.

A doe tends to it fawn,

Careful as a nurse would be to their patient.

The gentle rain slowly falls from the sky,

In the same way a small blanket would land on to a baby.

Fish splash in a small, translucent pond,

As if they were children mucking around in a pool.

A still girl sits in slowly flowing grass,

Watching everything as if it was an intriguing show.