It crackles through dry grasses, 

Shakes the branches bare, 

Scattering leaves here, there, everywhere. 

Later, when all is white, 

It blows the snowflakes in the night. 

And when the tiny buds appear, 

It's full of petals in the air. 

Hot days with cyclones, huge and frightening, 

They blow around in flashes of lightning. 

But when the summer's over, then, 

It blows away the leaves again.

--Laura W., 3rd-5th Grade