I’m grounded by my roots.
My past forever recorded within myself.
Standing tall,
I can see all.
My limbs and leaves dance magnificently
With a gentle touch of the blowing and forever running breeze.
Many creatures from north can’t help but come in awe
and eventually fall
Resting their back against me
Replying I’m a great friend for keeping them upright.
I know,
Eventually,
That my limbs will soon be able to scrape the vast and powerful sky
That does what I do for others
For English class tomorrow. I'm excited. It's one of my few poems that just really didn't fail completely.
We had to find an object or whatever that fits one of us well. Obviously, I choose a tree.
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