Summer:
The tree is grown,
As like a big giant, but a little lazy
Ready to make a shelter
For the beasts, birds & bees!
To save them from
The scorching heat of the Red Rampet! !
Without any selfishness,
It supports life in many little ways! ! !
Autumn:
The leaves startin to fall,
Days are shortened,
With a little
Chilly wind to blow!
To meet its end! !
Winter:
Tree is Dead!
Standing like a naked person,
There is a chilly wind,
Which shivers everyone,
Birds & Beasts are hidden in Dark!
But, the tree is alone
Waiting for a new hope
To get Alive! !
Spring:
Little light of hope,
Startin to rise.
OH, the Tree is alive,
With new babies to rise!
As if the tree singing
A lullaby! !
And giving a hope
To those
Who just lost Life! ! !
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