Trees
Trees, trees. Oh, how I love the trees.
They're beautiful to look at and they give us air to breathe.
Trees, trees. Perfectly coated by the leaves.
Can use them in 100 ways like legs of a centipede.
The dirt beneath my feet, gives life to the trees.
Covered with sticks and stones and glazed with the cool spring breeze.
Their friends told us to respect their body but we did not listen.
So when they seen we all had gone away, their eyes began to glisten.
Trees,trees. Oh, how I love the trees.
They're beautiful to look at and they give us air to breathe.
Trees, trees. Perfectly coated by the leaves.
Can use them in 100 ways like legs of a centipede.
Copyright © Tatyanna Grey | Year Posted 2020
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