Silently and calmly the crystal clear water flows over the sand. As the sun creeps over the land below, the shadows dance. The colossal trees rustle together in the delicate wind. ~ Brett
The gentle wind whispers silently in my ear. The beautiful brown bird swoops above the sparkly blue sea and the solid white boat sleeps around the sunset orange buoy. ~ Ella CM
The crisp seaweed lies on top of the muddy sand, like snow on top of a mountain, while birds search for food along the creeping water that reflects in the sun. ~ Angelle
The toitois whisper and sway in the wind like they are talking to me and the clouds silently walk across the blue sky. ~ Jade.T
The twisty tree grabs hold of the crispy cold air. The sponges clench to the last of the water hoping to last the long hot day while Pauanui stands strong in the distance with trees dancing by the sea. ~ Bella
The big slender flax leaves point up to the clouds like fingers extending from your hand. ~ Cooper
The crystal clear water ripples through the gentle wind as it dances its way through the crumbly rocks. The clouds march slowly through the baby blue blanket of sky. The trees stake their presences on the earth’s surface as if they are soldiers smiling with pride. ~ Bryony
The crisp clear water swims past as Paku shadows down from behind. Boats desperately cling to the bottom of the ocean floor as crabs scuttle along the squishy mud as the water creeps up behind. Clouds lay above the rippling water as the rapid water streams past. ~ Jade.L
The rock hard tree roots try desperately to clamber onto the steep cliff faces. ~ Otama
The birds zip like a plane zooming through the air as Paku stands like a statue in the back ground. ~ Cody
The slushy mud sits in the northern corner waiting for the blue waves to crash onto it again, as the kids sit on the soft grass; the trees cuddle them like a mother. ~ Georgia
As the water flows and the sun beams down, the grass shines bright, like a light bulb. Birds glide across the blue sky and Paku stands strong like the statue of Liberty. ~ Sammy
As the trees crawl over the restful land, the little birds harvest worms for their young. The young shout for their mummies. The winds voice travels softly through the trees. ~ Reo