Mother Tree
mother tree is as free as can be
her loving arms flow around me
her leaves are like a shell around her branches
her trunk is dapled from the shad of her leaves
her roots strech through out the world
mother of every tree
mother tree is as free as can be
her loving arms flow around me
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I made my own form of poetry with the first two lines rhyming, then not rhyming for four lines then repeating the fist line at the last line. there are four poems with this form.you have to do my form of poetry, the rest is up to you! be creative!
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