The bending tree
By Maria T
Your back is bigger than your head.
Near the power is your bed.
Your leaves swaying near the fence.
No nature on you, only the leaves.
No birds, no fruit and no bees.
Our birds prefer trees with life in it.
Your life next to power doesn’t work.
You are always twisting and bending.
It looks like you’re going to fall.
Kids playing under trees with balls,
But no one playing with you.
You’re swaying every day, unable to move.
You can’t hear our songs in the other trees.
You can’t even see the blue sea.
While you’re bending lower each day,
The other trees are getting taller and taller.
You can’t see anything each and every day.
You can’t even see the huge pretty bay.