Thursday, May 18, 2017

Nature

I began to think of trees and rocks. First, trees have leaves and branches.
Next, rocks have dirt on them and green stuff. Last, trees and rocks I love because you
can mess with them. Clearly, I began to think of trees and rocks.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

Very descriptive, nice job!

Anonymous said...

This a really touching story keep up the good work ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ

Anonymous said...

That's cool how you just took a tree and made a poem. You should do that with a taco.

Anonymous said...

So cool you could do this with only a tree. Great job. More maybe?

Anonymous said...

Wow, amazing that you took a simple object and turned it into a poem.

Anonymous said...

This was oddly simple yet beautiful.

Anonymous said...

I really liked the simplicity and beauty in this peice. I agree, rocks are fun to play with and throw.

Anonymous said...

So simple yet beautiful.

Anonymous said...

Not bad I loved how it was so meaningful

Anonymous said...

I loved the ending it was so sweet. Keep it up!

Anonymous said...

Is this a poem? If so them it is really good ๐Ÿ˜Š. Hope to see more story's from you.

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