Mr Alvey’s Tree-True Story

White and brown bark.
Rough texture,
Green leaves blowing in the wind,
really relaxing,
Branches twist and turn around each other at the top,
Down below branches as stiff as a rock.                         
When I climb it,
it rustles like it is happy to see me,
A special spot where I sit to read my book.
If it was cut down a part of me would be gone,
Sometimes I talk to it like it’s my best friend.
I love the tree, I think it loves me too.
It helps a lot at sad and angry times,
The tree is in name of Mr Alvey,
I will carry on his greatness,
Through the tree.