The wind whispers a secret in my ear,

telling me a leaf

glistens near.

The rocky ground

is rough beneath my feet.

My face is really

feeling the heat.

Do you hear that beating?

It's a wood pecker,

pecking at his tree.

And I can hear

the buzzing of a bee.

The colors are coming,

as the seasons are changing.

I see brown, yellow,

orange, green, and gray.

There goes a wolf

catching his prey.

I see sticks and stones,

but the thinking

carries worries from my bones.

But Nature makes faces

as if she knows something

I don't.