Treasure Island

Rose Jones

(December 15,1996 / Toronto)


Trees sway in the wind
Like ballet dancers
Their pretty green leaves
Give you shade
They help you tell if it's winter, summer, spring, or fall
They make paper, big or small
Big brown branches give you fire
Like a soft light in the night
Trees should get prizes, prizes galore
Big prizes, as big as could be

Trees give you rubber
Stretchy like a ball
They give you oxygen
To make you live
And let you swing
Like an acrobat in the wind
Oh, trees should get prizes, prizes galore
They work hard
And ask for nothing in return

Submitted: Wednesday, February 15, 2012

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