If I could paint a picture It would be of this tree Sun shining through Branches tickling me I rest at its trunk Read aloud to a bee Two small spotted skunks Are both here to see The sun and the tree Listen gently
100-something ants On a voyage All around your uneven terrain One-by-one, I hear their little voices So full of hope and promise “We’re gonna make it today!”
By Rose
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