Leanne's poem about her tree
We all rush by you in greater haste
Not a thought nor thank you for your waste
We underestimate what you do
Although we couldn't live without you
Like a parent we think we'll know longer need
We cut you down with our hurtful greed
I think back to my childhood years
When your silent presence brought us cheers
Your great outstretched arms
Weren't just solace for me
You are the home to the bird, the spider and bee
And as I watch those birds fly from field to field
Eating the newly planted seeds of the farmers yield
I think to myself what a sad boring thing life would be
Without you, the might oak tree...
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