My Tree

I feel happy that I’m close to the brown spotty tree like a shadow peering out.
The trunk has a snout.
The branches are swinging in the summer breeze.
The gumnuts are slowly falling off,
one by one,
then they stop, they’re done.
I’m scared they’ll cut down the tree.
I always want it to be.
I can hear people calling me.
Who could it be?
I don’t want to leave this beautiful tree.
I feel close, next to my brown spotty tree.
One day I’ll try and keep it safe, maybe.