Mr Alvey’s Tree
By Elira P
Upright giant swaying in the wind.
Branches are solid and tough as a rock.
Very often I hear the leaves on Mr Alvey’s tree,
whistling very loudly,
Swaying in the breeze swishing,
twirling like they were dancing on a stage.
Rain cupped in the leaves.
I feel like Mr Alvey’s tree is trying to communicate with me, I feel special.
It was planted on a special day, so he is forever,
in MVEPS’s heart.