REFLECTIONS ON THE VIEW
From My Window π¦
The wind, the sky, and the birds fly high. Dancing in the wind.
β What I see from my window β
The planes that paint the light blue canvas I see when looking up.
β What I see from my window β
The vines growing on the neighbour's house, the grass long enough to home a mouse.
β What I see from my window β
The bushes thick as my hair and not a cloud in sight.
My heart stops at the breathtaking view and I am reminded how beautiful the world is.
β Oh how I love looking out my bedroom window β
My name is Erica Neve and Iβm twelve years old, so possibly the youngest writer here on MuserScribe!
I was so inspired by the beauty outside of my window, that I had to write about it!
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