Once, there lived a large apple tree and a boy who likes to play around under the apple tree every day. He was happy to climb up to the tops of trees, eating fruit, napping in the shade of the shade leaves. The boy was very fond of the apple tree. Similarly, the tree loves the boy.

Our Founding Fathers proposed that liberty could only be gained, not inherited, and it looks like we may have to grab it again!

This is my own style of poetry.

The old oak tree.

Nature in me.

Poem.

I wrote this in the studio and decided to make it a peom vs. A song. How you injoy it.

A wee tale in picture too for the trees…

Childhood escape found in a tree.

This is all about when someone says that they will be there for you, but they aren’t and then you are all on your own, alone.