The woods near our home

In the woods near our home, we hear the gentle drops of rain,
in the woods.
It's just a soft pad on the leaves on the floor of the woods,
although it sounds like the pad of many feet.
The leaves fall so gently near our home,
near our home.
The wind blows cool, oh so cool, and water runs refreshing,
so refreshing.

Timothy Pilgrim

(a poem published in 6th grade in a class book project, titled: "This is my life")