December 20, 2007 by WITS Houston
I am the tree with
a bird’s nest on me under the clouds
and the Southern sky. It feels good
as the wind blows on my crooked neck.
I am leaning to the side
with only one leaf, because
they all blew away except
that one, and I will not let go.
My friends are silent, as
though we shall not move from this place
where it is green land unless someone
moves us. As the sun sets the nest on
my head, the owner and their babies
come back with a worm in their mouths.
And the sun sets and sets and sets,
while the moon comes up.
by Karson, 3rd grade