As I sit beneath a tree l wonder where I am 
the tree just waves it's hands at me
like a baby waves some clams
It's babies start to fall like snow
wondering , turning, twisting
some stay with their mother
while some others sometimes go
as a deer comes gracefully gliding
a natural born ballerina
she doesn't know a tiger is in hiding
oh! I will name her Tina
An Orange coloured statue waiting to pounce
while it's baby sometimes goes
bounce , bounce , bounce