My Tree
By Harper M
I stand at the top of my tree
Nothing could disturb me
It was just me and my imagination
The old shady tree swayed in the wind
As I look out on the world
I soon become drowsy
Whoosh!
A groan from the tree wakes me from my slumber
Crack!
Snap!
I'm falling
The world around me spins
as if I'm in a land of distorted green
As soon as it started it stops
The world is spinning
I don't know which way is up
The monstrous tree looks down on me as if I'm a tiny bug
I regain my senses as I'm met by a groan from the tree yet again
and I stand as I head back to my tree.