Tree-t him right

Bark and branches.
Sun and wind.
Leaves of gold, orange, and tin.
Love and joy,
Homes for the giving.
The tree sees everything. 
It's always a new beginning.
Rooted into place.
Watching.
Flowing.
Laughing.
And glowing.
Sticky maple.
Spikey thorns,
Lovley marks.
And much more.
Each one tells a story
Thick, thin, old, and young.
The start of the tree has just begun.
It cycles through life like a bicycle tire.
Moving forward.
Gettting tired and tired.
Rake the leaves. Jump right in.
The tree is happy when your here with him.

 
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A Sports Person

VT

16 years old

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