LOL Front Yard Poem

Birds, chirping and singing in the trees,
the sound of cars driving by,
the rustle of the leaves in the soft wind.
The feeling of the grass,
the trees,
the wind blowing.
The smell of tiny new flowers,
the smell of the cars,
he smell of the large lilac bush blooming.
The hot sun finally dips behind a crowd,
the short moment of coolness is short lived,
the sun is out from behind the clouds,
the heat and brightness soon returns.