Outdoor Wonders
Nature makes me blossom,
from the flower that blooms in my backyard,
to the tall trees that shimmer with green.
When I was five I remember exploring the outdoors,
taking my red sketchbook everywhere.
Lines flying through the page,
as I try to resemble the observation.
Adding touches of color one by one.
Tunes of nature hum in my ear.
The chirping of the birds,
the crackling of the leaves,
the whistling of the breeze.
I cherished so much of nature.
I began to see a blur of an animal in the distance,
covered in brown with speckles of white dots.
It came into a clear view.
It was a baby deer!
Sweat beads formed around my neck.
My hands began to tremble,
rushing to find a blank page to draw my observation.
Pencil gripped in my hand.
I began to draw.
But the deer quickly raced off.
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