Look up.Can you see the moon?white as snow?The sun, asyellow as a new crayon?A baby blue skylike an ocean?

Look down!Cold in one spot,warm in others,the creek is fullof amazing creaturesOur nets,shaped like D’sscoop upmud puppies andcrawdads

The still wateris a mirror,and tripping onsharp rocks,I scrape my knee,But I am sad onlybecause my teacher calls,“Time to go!”