Tree
By Essie O
Published 15 September 2022
Swaying in the light of night, wailing in sight of day.
You start crying you start running.
I blow your hats, I blow your hair,
this is fun but only in the sun.
You feel tight and tense,
I just want to play why do you run away.
I hold your door, don't get in, I hold it tight as tight as I can,
please stay.
Flickering light, falling kites, in me you are now stuck as I flee.
I'm mad now I want to blow, blow your house down, fly free,
become a person, only you and me.
I freeze you cold, yay I finally get my way.