Ella R
Friday, 20 November 2015
Short Poem On Trees
Trees
I love to grow up high where the sun shines, the birds fly free and the wind blows
My buds bloom and blossom and my leaves turn green and bright
I help your fire grow, your houses stand and your hands draw.
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