Tree
By: Drew Harpenau
My green leaves
Sway back and forth.
In the summer and spring
I stand up tall,
Casting a large shadow.
A swing moves back and forth
Tied from my branch.
Birds are scattered
Throughout me
Singing pretty tunes.
As the days
Become shorter,
My leaves turn
Orange and yellow.
And I become
Pretty and colorful.
As days pass
A pile leaves form at my roots.
Eventually as it
Becomes bitter cold,
I am almost
Completely bare.
My trunk
Begins to slouch.
The tips
On my branches
Are now covered
With snowflakes.
Now I wait
For spring and summer
To come back around.
This poem is a free verse poem.
By: Drew Harpenau
My green leaves
Sway back and forth.
In the summer and spring
I stand up tall,
Casting a large shadow.
A swing moves back and forth
Tied from my branch.
Birds are scattered
Throughout me
Singing pretty tunes.
As the days
Become shorter,
My leaves turn
Orange and yellow.
And I become
Pretty and colorful.
As days pass
A pile leaves form at my roots.
Eventually as it
Becomes bitter cold,
I am almost
Completely bare.
My trunk
Begins to slouch.
The tips
On my branches
Are now covered
With snowflakes.
Now I wait
For spring and summer
To come back around.
This poem is a free verse poem.