The Tree Poem by elani mills

A huge tree, asd bid as the sky,
its always leafy,
always green,
the fruit that falls never rots,
the perfect shelter.

Underneath the tree,
little bright lights,
they shimmer and dance,
among the tree's boughs,
their laughteris clear as a bell,
sweeter than honey.

the little bright lights
will never leave thier shelter,
the one place they are safe,
these little lights,
are young ones gone,
innocence loss,
they shine with hope