I see a beautiful Grand Canyon-like cliff.

Sparkly emerald-colored trees.

I see a shimmery blue stream.

I hear the fresh breeze blowing through the trees.

I hear the stream’s gently rushing water.

I feel cold refreshing liquid on my fingers

as I run my hand through the stream.

I smell the sweet crisp green grass.

I smell the carefully dripping mother rain

as it falls on my arms. I taste the fruits

from the fruit-bearing trees in Yosemite Park.

I taste the sprinkling rain on my tongue.
by Kate, 3rd Grade

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