Mr. Rennie's Class

Spring is smelling the fresh air to the grass waving in my hand,

Spring is the ants marching in and through the grass to the white clouds

in the sky,

Spring is the chips and clacking of the birds to the warm breeze on my face,

Spring is the buzzing of the flies going around me while I lay on the soil to the taste of the air in my mouth,

Spring is the tree branches waving back and forth to looking up at the burning sun on my eyes,

Spring is the blue sky to smelling the cut grass.  

By devin austin