Life and Death of a Tree
My roots are strong surrounded by dirt. I am watered by the down pour of rain,
sprinkled water. As I start to grow and come alive I become stronger by the
I receive. The sun beats down on me and stimulates my growth, and I am
leaves begin to turn green and stick out like a small birds feather. I am looked
and admired for my outer beauty. I begin to get stronger and stronger and then I
to shed, and my leaves fall away. seasons change and I feel cold and stiff as I
brown in color. My beauty decreases as I age then I die, but yet I return from
just to start life all over again.
Copyright © Cathy Holmes | Year Posted 2005
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