I Am Trees

• Veronica He, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2015

By: Veronica He

I sway gently and laugh when the wind blows,
I give the polluted poison purple sky fresh air.
I grow young, wise then die,
I tie, twist and turn my way from bad things.
I go crack, cry and crumble when people chop me down.
I feed elegant delicious yummy bright fruit to people,
I am trees!