Big tree

Trees in sight
Swaying left and right.
Like a kite in the bright blue sky
Sunshine dies moon light shines
Kids climb me every single day.
Sometimes kid fall and cry.
Mums and dads run and scream.
Leaves fall sticks snap bark peels.
My leaves get closer and closer each day.  
But every time people cut them back
I have names carved in my wood
I sit through rain alone with nobody to climb me
and that is
what it is
like to
be a
tree