by Samara Rotenberg, 10
Green, the color of the trees, pine, ashwood, and mahogany
The scent of its endless leaves
The wind rustling the branches of the big ol’ oak
The leaves, so soft and safe
Bring the warmth and safety of napping under the tree
The sweet, sweet sap from the maple trees an ample
Supply of the syrup we enjoy every day of our lives!
Samara lives in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn with parents Jenna and Edan and two younger brothers. Her poetry is inspired by nature in her community