Trees, oh, trees. How you love those sweet bees. They sweetish and they sway. They buzz and the bizz. Beloved bees pollinate the trees. The beloved bees fly with the breeze. Oh sweet bees, You save those big trees.  

With a blink of my eye. I look up at the sky. For why I did not stare. The sun would soon be there.  When I wake the next day. I will look around and say.  What all comes from trees. The late night breeze and leaves.  Though people might look past eh power of trees. They are important to all of those who breathe.

There was a tree flowing elegantly with the gentle breeze during a summer's eve?  Where did they go?  The other trees seem still, they didn't seem to want to got but the monsters told them so.  n in a flash they all started to tumble down with one big lash.  Where did they go?  The didn't even put up a fight but it was such a sight and it turned into a very gloomy night?  Where did they go?  The monsters seemed pleased and they went on with there needs, all but one was not on there knees it was the one in the wind with a gentle breeze and it stood tall and strong through the fallen trees, still flowing elegantly.  

I look at the trees with elegance and grace but then I realize that it is all a phase.  I week inside as I have no friends and I wait for this terrible day to end.  I walk along the eerie lake, but then I realize a tree is the same they're lonely, tired and grow all day.  As they reach further and further away.  Nobody thanks trees for what they do.  I love the air I use. You've made me week but now I say yay.  As it looks at me with a smile and gaze.  As I say goodbye and go on my way don't forget to thank your trees everyday.  

As I sat in y house, bored out of my mind. My mother, oh, she was so kind.  She said a tree is what she would find. And then I cried and whined.  Now that was a big mistake; all of the tears were fake. A trees better than a swim in the lake! Better than a Triple Chocolate cake! The tree was planted and it grew. And grew some more too;  Until it grew feet above our house, just a few. All the way ups, where the birds flew! And how I loved this tree! On it, I felt so free! I swung on a swing, and I enjoyed tea. This was where I could be me!  This was my happy place! A beautiful, joyful face.  My happiness was packed in a case, but now I let it out: at my tree, my home base.

I stand here tall and sturdy. My little leaves just whisk away. The days grow colder and night earlier, every single day.  Soon I shall see white stars falling even over 30! As the white stars fall all my leaves have gone. I slowly feel tired and everything goes dark. Many day and many weeks slowly lurk. I have faith I will make it through and go on. It is colder and I feel the little white stars. Luckily, I get through it and more weeks pass by.  Slowly but surely, I see children on the green grass, they lay.  Throughout the days it rains, very much there are. I live, I am glad to see the smiles. I live, I can stand here happy with others right where we are.  I live to grow new leaves for children near and far.  I live to create oxygen to help for a long while. Me, A tree shall be a kind one to thee, and I will keep trying every day...