Poem2
The Tree:
There is a tree resting in the middle of my section,
I planted it there on the big day of the election.
I climb it non stop,
Hoping that one day I will make it to the top.
As more skinny branches appear,
I sit there and just stare.
Beautiful flowers appear from each direction,
I sit there in my seat having nothing to mention.
I made a swing attatched to the tree,
But I had to take it down because it attracted the bees.
I am 100% certain that this tree will stand this same way,
For every single future day.
By Louisa
