My Tree
By Zoe Middleton
In the summer
It’s WAY funner
Climbing my tree
When there’s no bees
Higher and higher
I can hear my dad say
I’m on fire
When its winter
It’s like a sister
But in the spring
I’ll sing
Why
Blooms
The flowers seem like brides
Waiting for their grooms
When I venture farther into the year
A flowery bed awaits me
I jump in without fear