The Trees Poem

The tree's help us survive
The oxygen is what we breath
Leaves and flowers
Roots and twigs
Talking tree's make a red wave so they don't get attacked
Protected from not nice animals, homes to owls
If the homes get destroyed they won't have enough trees to live
The talk underground is a mushroom helps them
They are good to make paper
Standing in the rain
Blow in the wind
Shade in the Sun
My Grampy is a tree, I still miss him