The Spirit Within The Trees

The spirit within the trees

calls my name,

With a hollow wind whisper

ringing through my ears.

The spirit within the trees can only be seen by me.

The spirit within the trees

stands up

with his head held high

In great pride.

At the end of each day

I get snug in my cozy leaf bed

and the trees sing me good night.

The next morning I wake up

I am not

in my cozy leaf bed.

I am in my plain white sheet bed.

The trees are gone

I am in my room

The only thing that's there is

my best friend-

The spirit within the trees.

Written by my daughter

Age 7

March 28, 2011