Poem
1 min
The Trees
Samantha R. Toupin
The trees, the trees.
Blowing in the wind.
How lovely that could be.
If only I could touch the sky
And eat the clouds up so high.
But, I have to say, I have to stay
Down here on the ground so green.
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