"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" Before You Read

When I look into the orange groves, I always wonder what I will see when or if I go into their. I see darkness and not alot of light. I also see workers who pick the oranges and put them into big crates. I see many orges that grow and the fall. I hear the leaves rustle when then get picked. I hear people talking and a dog barking. I also hear oranges fall. I smell a orchrid scent that smell really good. Mmmmm I do love the smell of it. I feel good for seeing them grow and getting eaten. I feel bad when they grow and then get picked and sold. I feel bad when I get get them because they do not belong to us. I wish that I owned the trees for I can pick them and I can eat them. I wish that they smely better and the odar of the things would go away and only smell the oranges. etting to live among these trees makes me feel proud and thankful because I live near them and they grow and feed me at the same time.