My Special Place Poem by Chantelle Fazzalori

The glistening sun
shining up high in
the bright blue sky

feeling the heat on my skin
the wind swaying through my hair
moving me left to right

i sit on a rock kicking my legs
high and low

'oh my place my special place
through the bush you are my special place'

thou i sit undder mother tree
i hear the branches squeak
as those of force

thought over wealms me os such beauty and grace
green surrounds mother tree
her branches are long
she stands with much posture

mother's leaves falls from above
thou she is beautiful
she her faults

'oh my place my special place
through the bush you are my special place'

wind whistles through mother trees breisles
why'o'why shall i come to such place?

trees that surrounds mother tree
smells as necture it gives me so much pleasure

my place my special place