The Trees


The leaves slowling falling down

So many leaves on the ground

Branches swaying back and fourth

The wind moves them and makes them free

The trees look so alive

They move and they breathe

So tall they stand

So high in the sky

Oh these trees, oh these trees

they surround me, and make me be


This poem is about: 
My community


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