My Tree
I love my tree, and he loves me.
He is big and strong,
And also tall, long.
I climb to the top and reach for the sky
While birds fly by and don't ask why
I love my tree and he loves me.
So we spend days playing,
just sitting and laying,
While clouds smile at us from afar,
we lick at jelly from a jar.
But the day always must end, and so does our fun.
Until the next day, we'll dream of the sun.
This poem is about:
Me
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