Super Spy Tree

The sneaky tree hangs

In the polluted air

Towering over its vicious predators

In the big city the dogs love torturing him

His roots have no room to expand, for

The concrete ninjas defeat his roots.

His enemy pollution attacks

His long rough oak- arms

Causing them to wither

But due to his colourful friends.

THE CHILDREN he’s no longer alone.

Dancing Dahlia

The Dahlia leaps and twirls

In the perfect light

spreading enchanting dust

across the land.

Its petals sway wild yet gracefully

Like a Siberian tiger

In the snowy peaks of Russia.

With pollen so soft

You could cover yourself in it

and you’d sleep

for more than an eternity.