The trees are friends,

they give everyone shade.

Don't cut them down,

this is why they were made.


They make oxygen,

for you and me to breathe.

Their arms stay high in the sky,

so people can fit and pass by.


Trees love what they do,

and we love them too,

and when there is a breeze,

we eat all of leaves.


So please leave the trees,

They do help you too.

Back Scratchers

By Bethany

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