Tree Poem
By Amelia M
Published 22 September 2022
The tree slowly drifts,
throughout the gentle breeze,
it is not summer.
Trees are happily napping away
on a warm sunny day
waiting for the animals to play
in the noble tree top.
Published 22 September 2022
The tree slowly drifts,
throughout the gentle breeze,
it is not summer.
Trees are happily napping away
on a warm sunny day
waiting for the animals to play
in the noble tree top.