Nature

by Siddhant
(Clarksburg, Maryland, United States of America)

I look around, I see trees and nature,
I walk in the fields, seeing grass wet with fir,
Small bugs are alert, while predators stir,
While butterflies hunt for pollen, a real predator.

I look up above me, I see a blue sky,
Filled with clouds, while brave birds fly high,
I take a deep breath, in and out, “sigh,”
And then I go home, to the sweet smell of chai.

I think about nature,
How cloud shapes occur,
I’ll go back tomorrow,
Observing Earth, that big sphere.