~The Leaves falling down, From the trees from the forest. The Mother Bird feeds its babies from the nest...
Sun brightens the land and is shining bright from the west, The trunk was so tall, it is like the highest
The Wind is cool and travels free flow, it is contenting when fast and it is graceful when slow.. I can see the sun lightening up the seed, I hope that it will be a tall tree when it grow indeed
Until the Night has come, The moon replaced the sun. The night was cold and was very dark and turned no longer fun..
The wolves began to howl as birds was making noise which was called owls.
I hope the sun gets back up the sky again, and so that the fright will be lessen.. I always hope for tomorrow to come..as if the birds were chirping while finding their mom..
Finally, the sun is back, the little birds are still chirping, hoping their mom to come back..
But I see hunters sitting beside tents, cooking so many birds and hens.
The birds was so sad that they lost the mother they had.
They eat no such food.. for loosing a mother is a real no good.
But later on, I can hear a bird chirping and will be approaching the nest, while bringing lots of food which was the best.. it is the mother bird that came from the west
The birds was happy of the hope they had been, we learned a lesson from the hope we had seen
~Kaz
