4d
In a world full of trees, I'm a daisy.
I don't understand trees--what they see.
Yet I whisper secrets to the trees,
Make sure that nobody sees.
Then I dream of words like falling rain,
They wash me clean, but don't end the pain.
I don't understand trees--what they see.
Yet I whisper secrets to the trees,
Make sure that nobody sees.
Then I dream of words like falling rain,
They wash me clean, but don't end the pain.
My teacher asked us to draw ourselves as trees. There were kids who drew: trunks, branches, willows and leaves. But I drew a Daisy. Surrounded by trees.
