Safina's Nature Poem

The air is so crisp and clear

Civilization is not near

I rub the dirt between my fingers

The smell of flowers and grass lingers.

As I walk up this trail

My body starts to feel frail.

But with every breath I take

I start to think it would be good to take a break.

I stop to smell the flowers.

This adventure could take hours

But I don't care

I am breathing all this fresh air.

I would rather spend my day in Mother Nature's backyard

Now that is something I take to the heart.