The Tree; by Daniel, Joey, Abby, and Kevin

Swishing,

Swashing,

The green hair blows in the summer breeze.

  

Growing,

Lingering,

The course brown sword’s blades,

coat the land with a blanket of shade.

 

Watching,

Studying,

Like an astrologist from above.

Watching it’s colorful stars flutter down upon us.

 

 

Puzzling,

Pondering,

Its rough skin is an extravagant maze to all.