The Redwood Forest
The moist, cool air greets me, the air of A redwood forest. The reddish, tall trees standing proud, The trees of a redwood forest. The small, leafy plants invite me, Invite me into the redwood forest. It seems as though nothing here has changed Since the time of the dinosaurs. The forest wraps me like a blanket, hides Me like a secret trap door. It is big yet small, vast yet thin, and has Some sort of beauty no matter what. Of all the things in the world, nothing can Compare to the redwood forest, it's always Standing there.
-Julia, Sloat Elementary