If I were a Tree
If I were a tree,
and someone made a swing on me,
I would enjoy their laughter.
I’d be big and strong
and help the day move along,
I would help the people breathe fresh air.
Birds could build their nests in my branches,
my leaves would be green and healthy.
Birds could lay their eggs
and new life would begin.
When the autumn came by
my leaves would turn to gold.
One by one my leaves,
would full to the ground.
I would stand there bare,
fast asleep just waiting,
for spring to come and start again.
If I were a tree.
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