Elementary:
My Sanctuary
I see
branches
with red, yellow,
orange, brown and
green leaves
down on the
ground,
grass swaying,
dancing
with the wind,
up above I see
birds chirping
squirrels
bounding branch to
branch
the endless
baby blue sky.
I smell
sweet flowers
in the spring,
damp grassy dirt
in the fall
colorful leaves below,
cold crisp air,
the frozen
bare branches in
the winter.
I taste
the whistling
wind,
the fresh grass
after it’s been
cut,
crunchy sweet
green apples
while I climb
high in the tree.
I hear
the sweet sound
of peacefulness
on a warm
summers day,
leaves waving and
hitting the branches,
the chirping of
beautiful
little birds
chirp…chirp,
the whizzing
The whizzing
wintry wind.
I feel
the bumpy
old branches,
the warm sun rays
on my face
on a beautiful
summer day,
little dancing rain
drops
on my face in
the fall
I feel
safe in
my tree.
By:
Rachel Thacker