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Jun 16
Tree tops, tree tops,
Air swinging back.
Driving, driving,
Until water pops.

Fallen and dying trees,
who lived to help.
Wood that stands
With sticks as hands.

Hands that stay still,
As you go downhill.
The world follows
This oblivious drill.

Yet you drive and drive
Until water you find.

You’re an evergreen.
You don’t take to survive;
You’re a shelter for life.
If you drive and drive,
I know water you’ll find.
I went camping recently, but we couldn’t find a river. There were so many dead trees, as well as beautiful evergreens and open fields. As always, I came up with something✨✨
Written by
Elena Rosi  13/F
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