The Living World

The rustling breeze of the wind
Like feeling a lemon rind
But the living world,
It’s not like curd.

With flowers for joy,
Liked by girls and boys
Rain has come,
Trees say it’s time
for some fun.

Butterflies look so nice,
And sparrows eat rice
In the sea the fishes swim,
They don’t find the sea’s light
dim.

With mountains and hills so
tall,
But, they never fall!
So, it’s the diverse world,
The living world.

Sanchita Chaturvedi
Class: V
Apeejay School, Nerul