city flower in a building
The city flower nattered words every time a gust of wind came past,
it look like London you could see big ben when it chimed seven
there’s a myth that if you put your ear up to it you will here it as if you were actually there.
Th umbrella tree, branches were handle’s from a umbrella
it’s truck was all the water it had protected people from
it’s leaves were heads of umbrella when autumn comes it delivers umbrellas.
it petals were silk soft they were the best to calm
you down it thorns were saving it’s golden pollen for the bees
it was running around to beckon the bees.