My Tree

Whoosh I can hear the wind,
making the tree shake,
getting louder every time.
Look at the leaves,
falling like a feather,
Its trunk so white, so old, it might fall down.
My tree is so enormous, might be taller than a giant.
Might win the biggest tree award in the world!
Whoosh what was that?
It’s a bird in the tree, spreading its wings, ready to fly in the sky.
My tree was its home,
But soon it will be a home for other birds.
Whoosh another bird appears.