Tree

TREE
                  
          Me, a strong tree, frolic free
          totally independent,
         being quite competent
         to make own food in glee and spree.
   
        My roots penetrate through soil
       holding me stable to stand
       on a muddy river strand
       where waves thrash in turmoil.

       Fixed on ground, I am not static.
       Leaves shiver on kiss of breeze.
       Roots move slow drawing juice at ease
       from Mother Earth : Fantastic !

           In every limb I enjoy life
        Bunch of flowers bloom at random 
        Fruits hid seeds using wisdom.
       Seeds to spread far-near: My belief.

        Each year many saplings come out.
       They grow in different places,
       increasing my species-populace.
        Day by day they develop stout.

8th gradetreepersonification

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