A Poem about how nature changes. By Frida

With a single water drop that twinkles in the dawn,

Where a single bird calls from high in the tree,

And frost covers the ground, 

The wind howls a song into the cool night air.

A soft blow picks up the clouds and batters them far to the north.

A deer walks past and leaves fresh tracks,

A small baby deer bounces behind and bonks into his mother.

She grunts and walks a little faster.

Its close to winter now so the deer are traveling the chipmunks are Finding nuts and the birds are flying.

After a long snowy winter the first bird calls and that seems to wake Everything up the chipmunks yawn their cute little yawns. a goose Is back thats meaning the birds are flying back, the deer are back Grazing on sweet summer grass and the chickadees are going " Chickadee dee dee " as the moose fall asleep, 

The wolves are Tired and hungry as they try to hunt and the stags Are showing off. The small young fawn is now a stag and has a group of girl deer. They follow him up into the vast and vanish from sight. His mother Calls and stumbles down till she is under a tree. A hawk comes Flying over head and follows a hare that hides. I hope that when the Winter comes the birds will fly and the deer will make their Migration, and the chipmunks will hibernate again.

The End.