Tuesday, 9 March 2010

Text - 5E


I see many trees.
The beauty.
The air that I breathe,
Because of trees.
I wonder,
What would be a world
Without trees?
They grow and they grow.
And become one with the earth.
It’s perfect, it feeds.
Young and old,
Some are full, some are bold.
In spring they come alive,
In summer they shine,
In autumn they fall,
In winter they sleep.
Trees are magic.
Many kinds, so beautiful, it’s alive.
Something you want to keep.

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