A green riddle poem
By Gracie W
Published 28 April 2023
I'm delicate and soft and I love to dance in the breeze, I'm laying in the field, when you walk and see my colours blast Showers of rain and sun rays make me healthy
As I age I grow a ring, the wind howls on my sturdy built, My oaky body is known to be wise and old. My oaky body is known to be old and wise, My leafy hair shooting for the sky, my strong trunk holding me down Shaking its furicous golden crown, admirers watching in fear the king is here. I'm a silent assasin as I stalk my prey ready to attack and feed. The slither of fear overpowering their eyes before it ends.