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Nature Metaphors and Thoughts

Wind is the earth's first and last breath
Clouds are Heaven's thinking moments
Mountains are patient
The moon is the yin in the yang
The lakes are as blue as the stars above
Snow is cold sugar
Hail is broken sky
Flowers are nature's makeup
The stream is the flow of earth's blood
The ocean is thousands of years of rain
Trees are the earth's fingers reaching out
Leaves are petals on a tree
The wolf's howling is the music of the night
Sand is a message on your feet
Grass is fingers tickling your feet
Thunder is the sound of a trumpet
Clouds are cars and houses in heaven
Elements are dragons waiting to be awakened
The ocean is music to those who have none
The soft sky has no end
Stars are peekholes to heaven
Stars are maps guiding the way
Mist is floating tear drops
Beautiful is when the moon hits a lake where the animals drink
Grass is people dressed for Saint Patrick's Day
Wind is the wake up call for the earth
Rain runs without the i
Mushrooms are rooms without the mush
Moon without the n is a cow's only word
Rapids are fast animals running
Snow is the cloud's dandruff
The volcano is the earth getting angery
Rain is a cardboard box's enemy
Thunder is the sky shouting
The moon is the flashlight of God
The skies are magical
Rapids are rollar coasters
The ocean is a different land
Trees are apartment buildings for bugs
Mushrooms are soft umbrellas
When the earth is spazing it makes earthquakes
The earth is healthy when it's sunny
When it's snowing the earth is sick
Sun has golden light
Sun can change electricity
Mushrooms are boxes for bugs
Dew is the water on the window
Weeds are the hair of a giant's back
A dream is smoother than cream
Thunder is a dragon's roar
Moutains feel the cold
Thunder is the anger of clouds
The sun is a wake up call for all the flowers
Sunset is bedtime for the sun
The sky is an endless tunnel to nowhere
The sun is a campfire to the giant's
It's a blanket of trust like a hideout of warmth
"Victory!" I shout into the river

May 20, 2003
False Creek Elementary School
Vancouver BC




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