This Tree

This tree is special to me,
It’s called the tree of Mr. Alvey,
Named after a teacher at our school,
who we will always remember,

So when I pass by his tree,
every time I get a memory,

Its bright green leaves whooshing louder and louder,
Leaves dropping memories as I pass by,
twirling in the sky like angels.
This tree is special to me.

As you hear the birds whooshing by,
You ask why,
because it’s the tree of Mr Alvey, so big and strong.