The tall tree

The roots are as hard as titanium, growing silently, helping the tree stand tall, reaching
up into the sky,

Worms tickling the toes of the big giant, roots are sitting in the cold, dark soil.

On the ground floor there are all the little plants, and dead tree trunks rotting away,

Over the years there is all the moss so light green,

Little koalas climbing to the top, pinching leaves off and eating them,

Bark peeling off slowly, leaves falling to the ground and when people step on them, they go crunch under their feet,

All the leaves on top like your hair when you just wake up,

All the birds you will hear when you wake up in the morning, you will be the king of the forest, so high up looking down at all the people below.