A Tree's Life
By Dora G
I stare into nature all day long,
my long limbs swaying in the warm spring breeze.
Animals big and small crawl through my bark
and scuttle hastily across my bare branches,
making me smile at their eagerness.
At night, owls languor in my branches and devour their kill,
all the while hooting gleefully at each other.
When the new day comes, I begin my cycle again.