A poem - by Annika

Annika had to write a poem for school. Here's what we worked out together:

The wind blows straight across the hills,
turning fast the blades of many mills.
The sky gets black,
which sends back
everyone to their shack.
Lightning illuminates the canopy,
scaring the wits out of me.
After the terrifying thunderstorm
I feel as though I were reborn.