the mix of in danger species and peaceful tree

In the air, leaves fly through my hair.

In summer, where you go to see the sea,

There are trees swaying left to right.

We are only going on a trip.

As they play, they wave away

To their friends. Through the garden, plants grow almost like now you grow.

You see a bird fly through the sky

Like a star passing by.

As I run through the grass,

The air runs back through my hair.