Challenge Day 99 - Color Day 8
The Purple Tree
Right in the middle
Of the forest of Stee,
Stands the most
Beautiful, purple tree.
Its bark is dark purple,
Like a ripe plum,
The leaves are lilac
And taste like bubble gum.
The birds all love
To land there and sing,
They flock to the branches
And songs they do bring.
It’s said that the stream
That flows next to the tree,
Tastes like pure heaven,
Sweet southern tea.
Late in the autumn,
When the branches are bare,
The purple tree slumbers,
Without a care.
The winter brings,
With all of its snow,
A white cloudy haze,
Covering head to toe.
The tree just keeps going,
Trying to stay warm.
Dreaming of summer
And all of the charm.
Spring brings the first
Hints of the sun,
The days become warmer,
Lilac leaf growing’s begun.
Finally, its summer,
With the beautiful heat,
And here I am,
In this purple tree’s retreat.
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