The Trees

A thousand trees, it seems down there Berry Public School students play their games.

Games of their own,

Building and collecting things to improve the bases they make.

They needed water but there was no lake, 

I would travel from forest to stone, stone to metal 

And all the way back to my forest home.

We would collect stones, berries and pinecones,

We were as bright as buttons, happy as hippos and as busy as bees.

All those times our base collapsed, so many handy things snapped.

But we got back up and built it again, again and again.

Still, we collected the key things, and every time we built it

It was even better than before!

The bases that they made were like buildings in Sydney,

They were tall, small, thin and wide.

What were they thinking building and creating when they could have been playing tag or hide and seek?

But who knows what they think.