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Ryan Gallant

Nature

There’s the honey made from the buzzing bees
It grows cold as the sky releases snow
Green leaves grow from the bark of tall brown trees
The sun floats high as it shines a bright glow

The chirp of blue birds is music to me
The grass is as green as a kiwi’s meat
A squirrel climbs all day up the oak tree
Trees cut down to stumps serve as a good seat

Water follows a jagged path down hill
As time passes, rocks begin to crumble
The wind blows on your skin giving a chill
When you’re in nature, you should be humble

As I am leaving this wonderful place
I will be putting a frown on my face

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]