Maybe

• Peta Frew, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2010

I sit under a tree in dark dark night,
Hopeing that you wont give me a fright.
I listen to the birds I listen to there songs,
But while I listen I no theres something wrong.
I dont no if it's me or you,
But I do no I need you.
Maybe its the green grass or maybe its the tall tree,
Or maybe just maybe its that buzzy bee.
I lay still under that big big tree,
Thinking about that buzzy bee.
Maybe its the green grass or maybe its the tall tree,
Maybe maybe just maybe it might be me.