Lindon Alvey
the trees point of view

by grace kirk

I stand on the ground still even when the wind blows. I don’t move not one little bit. The leaves attached to the very top of me so very happy with their very bright colourful colours make me feel like I’m the best. The rainbow behind me makes me feel like I mean something to all those face standing tall where I can see them. That one person I see in heaven up high in the sky above us all makes everyone cry, but why? I see many face’s looking at me with tears of sadness dripping down from your eyes. When my little friends come out to play I try to say “hey” but I’m a tree nobody can hear me. I mean a lot to these people I must be the best. 

Forever in our hearts Mr Alvey.