It tickles my hand
It’s like a small ladybird.
Go back to your tree.
Rozenn
Red spotty firebug,
You look like a ladybird,
You have lovely spots.
Claudia
Sleepy praying priest,
Wish good luck to the firebug:
Fly baby firebug!
Jacques
It smells like cherry,
Lavender feels soft like fur,
It has flowers on.
Amelia
On the lavender
There is one last small flower
Which is dying now.
Alicia
Olive tree, cold, freeze,
Rosemary, maple tree burns,
Lavender curls up.
Pablo
Bushes that smell nice:
Lavender and Rosemary;
Not those spiky balls.
Tobias
Old olive tree curled,
Enjoying the gentle breeze,
Sprouting fresh olives.
Mimi
Light sings through the trees.
Leaves fall with a crunch of bugs.
The bugs are pretty crazy.
Penelope
When the red leaves fall,
The red firebugs fall as well,
And caterpillars.
Cristina
When the leaves fall down
They turn red and yellow up down
There are also fruit.
Maia
The maple is big,
Leaves have only six sides.
See, a spiky ball!
Fernando
Green spikes everywhere,
Maple tree hung with stink bombs:
I gave one to Jacques.
Gustavo
Red maple tree leaf,
Falling on the short green grass,
I take you back home.
Clara
The outline is white.
It looks like it is cracking:
A baby bird’s egg.
Ryan
