Ben's nature poem

Fresh smell of pine trees fill the air
Row after row they are everywhere,
As tall as a giant towering over us all
As strong as steel they will not fall.

They glisten, they listen 
They do not talk back 
You know what there saying,
You’re on the right track.

It is so quiet in a pine forest.
You can smell the fresh smell of the pine trees
And their pointy branches pierce your skin,
It’s all so beautiful don’t you think
All that fresh air and pine smell and feel of the pine trees.

You can collect all the needles off the ground
And make a massive pile
To jump into the pile, at the risk of getting stabbed by a needle.
We are very lucky to have these trees
Not just the pine trees all the trees 
When you think of air, think about trees because they give you that air.