Squirrel Poem
By Xingchen W
Published 3 June 2021
I climb up my old tree
My home, my place, my homeland.
Birds are gliding above my tree while
Leaves fall in the wind.
Leaping from the treetops,
Landing on a branch.
Plucking a walnut of the tree
Dashing to my land.
Jumping from tree to tree
Diving through the wind.
Plop, plop, the water fell
Leaves shining in the rain.
Nibbling my walnut
In my warm tree hollow.
Then I finally woke up
This was all a dream.