A Tree - a shape poem by Ed, age 11

This is a great description of a tree growing in a forest, waiting to be cut down. You've created a very sad feeling and the first person personification is great Ed! Thank you for sharing this with us.

The Tree

I fear for my life.

I have already lost my happiness (my friends).

I lose my friends every day to stupid humans using us as decorations.

When I try to hold my head high, the wind speeds by and knocks it down again.

I am sad like the children who Santa forgot to deliver to.

In the morning, I wake up to balckbirds eating my skin and flying off like this never happened.