One of the best things about summer in our school is our garden. The roses are as red as a blazing fire. The pond is so peaceful when the fountain water is splashing. The tadpoles swim in and out of the leaves and moss. The greenery is as fresh as newly picked daisies.
The outdoor classroom is as cool as a blowing fan. The view of the Lake District is like a landscape painting, but in real life.
Birds twitter a lullaby as they fly. The daisies are as white as snow. The bees have stripes like a sun set. Bugs are crawling in and out of the bug hotel. The compost helps the environment to be a better Earth. My hands feel tickled by the prickly grass. The gooseberries taste sour like a lemon, they crunch like dry pasta. The strawberries are about to burst into ruby red. The apple tree leaves form an intricate pattern like tiny umbrellas.
The paths are as smooth as pebbles. The leaves have pink tips and the bottom is as green as evergreen. We now have three beehives. The bees are so fuzzy like a dog or a cat, and the honey tastes sweet and sugary. As you step on the path, the rocks crunch like a leaf in autumn. I love our school garden.
Robyn, 10
• Read today’s other YCD piece, by Aditi, 11: ‘Helping a hedgehog make a home’
