Look at that tree in the woods, Standing near his mother, Mother tree is old, Left with very few leaves, One evening mother whispered to son, In a gentle gush of spring breeze, Goodbye son, Take care, Make food when sun shines, Know what is photosynthesis. Son tree was sad, He shared food to mother Vide the roots that joined underneath, Vide the roots those hanged from branches And through leaves. Mother tree still survives.
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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