Pearl's Tree

There is a tree,

Relaxing and calm.

And sometimes a bee,

Landing in your palm.

The trunk is rough

Next to the shed,

Unbelievably tough,

The leaves are so red.

Buried underneath,

A bitser or a mutt,

Gives me some grief,

Then I see a nut.

A lot of bark.

There's kangaroos.

It grows dark

As we see beautiful views.

Everywhere, daffodils,

The beautiful grave,

Living upon the hills,

As the dog is what we crave.