Oh look at the trees
Oh look at the trees
the leaves fall every day
the trees dont blink an eye
leaves are meant to be this way
So why do we care
about the words someone might say
about the look of a stare
about a hair that turns grey
The leaves grow back
this is known to be true
so when you are falling
know that youll grow back too
Thanks to the plants
trees and flowers blue
even thanks to the ants
they taught me more then I knew
This poem is about:
Our world