Winter.

Winter.

In the winter courtyard the seat is waiting for someone to sit on it but it is too frosty for our bottoms.

The water hopes someone will look at it and think that it looks tasty.

On the cold winter day there are heaps of grasses waving in the wind.

The deck outside the library has a puddle with patterns made of ice.

Outside, there are balls waiting for kids to play with them and to have a fun time. But nobody will play with the ball that is lost beside the covered-up swimming pool.

At our school there are chickens and the chickens are saying I am hungry and cold. 
I am a plant, a winter plant with no leaves, waiting for people to look at me and think that I am an awesome plant. I hope no one will stomp on me.