The Tree Poem

The air is rushing through the thick leaves giving me oxygen.

Pushing me like it wants me to go to the tree.

When I climb the tree, I dream of being an adventurer, climbing Mt Everest.

When I sit under my tree I find creatures like worms, grasshoppers, beetles, dragonflies sharing the space with me.

When it rains, I’m soaking wet so I rush to my tree for shelter.

So many colours in my tree,

Gold, cyan, and green.

I love my tree,

Nothing can replace it!