A gargling brook carves a small nook , where the humming birds play their wings a drumming all day. the flowers sway in a rhythmic way. The wind starts to say in a troubling way "The rain wants to play." . As water pours down on every thing around, the brook starts to grow. As the sun starts to show casting a small glow on the shallow banks below. The sun starts to burst forth as the children come and go as they start to grow along comes the winter, snow cloaks the ground and all around. The earth starts to sleep as the sun starts to creep above the mountain peeks, soon the sun will bring the beautiful spring.