My Different Tree

My special tree.

The birds are tweeting.

Rough texture.

The spider is making a web,

the web is shinier than a polished pearl.

A black hole in the tree,

like a dark, dark tunnel.

Bugs crawling up the tree like a cheetah in its camouflage.

A campfire crackling as bright as a sun.

Soft wet grass like green silk.

My tree is the best tree.