The bird magically fluttered through the air,
like a butterfly; so soft; so swift,
hovered over the floew,
like a bee,
then soared high above my head,
with it's beautiful blue stomach,
facing the ground.
"Cricket, cricket."
is heard from the long blades of grass,
the sounds of kids playing in the park,
"You're it!"
from the pond frogs are heard,
"Ribbit, Ribbit!"
Grasshoppers leaping across the yard,
trees lightly swaying in the wind,
the brightly coloured leaves of the large oak tree,
floating to the ground,
a single sparkling white snowflake,
drifts to the ground,
the first snowflake of the year.
As the snowflake hits the frozen ground,
all goes silent for a moment.
