Poetry and stuff

The Tree (creativity assignment for Poet's Place)

The Tree
Lisa Noe

I feel the breeze as it blows my leaves,
I know that I make some people sneeze.
I'm tall and I’m strong and I can change,
From season to season isn’t that strange.
Sometimes I’m red, orange, green or gold,
Other time’s I’m bare when it’s cold.
I can sprout fruit and flowers too,
And beautiful leaves that will shade you.
I love the rain when it falls down,
And the sun doesn’t make me frown.
I reach my limbs up to the skies,
For I see the world through a tree’s eyes.