Once there was a tall, oak tree.
I swear it was taller than me.
I climbed it up and stretched my limbs.
And it stretched its to copy me.

After a while of watching the breeze,
I sneezed such awful sneeze.
Without a moment to consult with the tree,
My sneeze turned into a breeze and away went me.

I landed in a shiny city,
But knew I couldn't stay.
I walked back to the tall, oak tree,
And climbed it so I could fly away.

Mae.B