Falling down

I walk into the bush,

I feel scared, probably need a push.

As I walk in, I sense the trees, 

Leaves fall down, I walk and walk, 

Until I bump into something, not a tree, actually a person.

“Hello there”, but I didn’t care, he had a wooden axe, this made me mad. 

I felt sad. I knew it made my tummy sore. I ran away looking behind to see him cutting a tree. That was now engraved in my mind, I thought about what a sight and I ran home before the night. 

I told my mum what a sight to see,

I told her about how I felt free.