My Tree
By Chelsea P
It's mossy green coat,
I hug it in fear,
I look into terror,
The fire is near,
Roots grab the soil,
Sap pours out like oil,
Its crisp yellow leaves,
The fire, a million little thieves.
It's mossy green coat,
I hug it in fear,
I look into terror,
The fire is near,
Roots grab the soil,
Sap pours out like oil,
Its crisp yellow leaves,
The fire, a million little thieves.