Mystery of a TreeA Poem by Miele1228Its a riddle. The answers obvious:pIn spring, With the wind I blow In winter, I'm covered with snow And every year, Just a bit I grow I help with the air that you breathe, So you don't have to Gasp, cough, or wheeze Usually my identifier, Is my green or colorful leaves.
© 2011 Miele1228Author's Note
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