Tree

I sway in the wind,
Pray to the air,
Gleaming in the sun,
Beautiful as a cloud.
I watch the stars,
When they glide by,
Watching the moon,
Gazing.
Some say I’m ugly,
Some say pretty,
I say everyone is pretty,
In their own way.
Nature is crying for exploration,
So come enjoy nature,
With me.

Bryker Woods Elementary