My Favorite Place
My favorite place is Mother Oak.
She is tall and thin-like,
has forest green leaves,
and has light-brown bark.
I smell lunch cooking.
I hear Morther Oak talking to me.
I hear kids playing.
I hear whistles being blown.
I feel Mother Oak's smooth bark.
I feel her soft branches.
I feel the warm wind blowing.
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