"Untitled" by: McKenna Mirador

McKenna Mirador, 7th

It’s a subtle shift in the air, That gets your senses on edge. The soft soil beneath your feet, And the sheer beauty of clear dew On sharp blades of green.

As if you are awakening, Only now beginning to see, The minuscule details Of this ever-changing world.

Just for a moment, You are lost in mother nature’s gifts. As the wind blows through In sync with your calming breath, You can hear the symphony of chirps Emanating from creatures nearby