The wind blows lightly, flower buds start to bloom,and reminds me of spring. Birds sing. Spring is almost here. spring is almost here. Little green plants and pines are the only color that stands out to me. As I walk through the trees, leaves crunch beneath my feet. I feel alone but there is wildlife everywhere. Many animals play and chat together in the spring.Lately I've seen deer on a hill, I count one by one and there is fourteen.The crows talk. I think they are saying something bad is going to happen. I wonder how many kids get to go outside and write in a forest?. They are missing something that everyone should have the chance to enjoy.