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The trees play in the wind like children at a playground . The wind carries the leaves like a mother holds her child. The wind softly slows as the sunlight peaks through the trees. Little droplets of water are still on the leaves like little teardrops.

The smell of pine sails through the air like a kite on a windy day, When the wind stops everything goes silent. All you can hear is the forest breathing peacefully.

As the sun goes down so does the temperature. When it gets darker the forest comes alive. New creatures are now awake as they roam the forest floor but even now, the forest watches over and protects her home.

Sumi Dyment

[Staying up till Dawn]

Darkness fills the room Not a speck of golden in sight Feeling slightly scared Not knowing if someone else is there Wanting to sleep, yet being too nervous

The hesitation in my eyelids So tired, yet can’t close Suddenly I feel it I feel it Yes, I do

The presence of something else It frightens me at first Yet, it feels familiar I see their footsteps Those little specks of light They’re coming closer

Yet, I’m not afraid The presence brings me peace They come up beside me I’m not even startled

This familiar thing comforts me The room has become lighter I can almost see them