It always bows down to me
Just to give me shade
I wish it could come to tea
To taste the cakes I made
Why is it in the danger?
Of the axe and the saw
It is not a stranger
With it’s many a sandy paw
The tree bear pretty flowers
Of whom there are many lovers
I wish it would come to tea
Just the tree and me!
Risha Ahmed (12 yrs)
