I have notice that my watchers like my crooked tree images. I have written a poem about this tree last winter for the writer's club. I have posted it up on DA but not many people have noticed it.
So I am putting it up on my journal so you know its there. A friend of mine is also writing music to it as well. I have to give it to him first but he said he will do it.
So here is the poem.
There once was a crooked tree,
Who lives in a forest with other trees.
He is a very old tree.

Spring
Spring is a season
when I bring a very tasty treat
it’s called maple syrup.
Spring is when I wake up from
the cold winter.

I get new leaves to show off
to the birds.
It’s when the mother raccoon makes a
shelter in the hole in the top
for her babies.

Summer
In the summer
I chat to the birds that use me for their homes.
I love to watch the animals that make
me their home.

Summer is when I am truly awake.
It’s when a person comes
to take my picture.

Autumn
Autumn is when my leaves change colour.
I am getting ready for my long sleep.
It’s when my bird friends start to leave.

It’s getting close to winter.
My leaves are now falling.
Now I feel naked.
And the raccoons are getting ready for
their sleep in my hole.

Winter
Now I am asleep.
I sleep through blizzards,
I notice nothing
During winter.
I wait until next Spring
then I do the seasons
again.
And here is the link for the poem.
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