The Tree Tunnel
While riding through a park,
Something strange appeared to be,
The trees overhead,
Came together to form an arch.
An arch though it be,
If you look straight through,
It looks more to be,
A tunnel of trees.
Our branches overlap,
Our trunks are large,
We are starting to change,
To our autumn colors as well.
Some of our leaves,
If you look close enough,
You will see have fallen,
The rest will soon as well.
We have street lamps,
Every so often among us,
So that our glory can shine,
Be it day or night.
Kimberly Johnson
1-12-07