Sunday, 8 March 2015

The Forest in Switzerland




Snow
Was crunching under my feet.

Birds
Colourful, soaring through the sky.

Wind
Brittle air tickled my face like a spider crawling up my spin.

Branches
Water drizzled off the trees, dripping onto me as if they were jumping.

Water
The creek grabbed the pebbles from below as it tumbled along.

Me
My frozen feet made me toddle along through the waving leaves



2 comments:

  1. Dear kaia

    I love your blog I especially like wher you say
    Wind
    Brittle air tickled my face like a spider crawling up my spine and the hole thing makes me real like I was there

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    1. Thank you so much. Do you have a time that was like this because if you do I would love to hear it.

      Kaia

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