hi,
In my school, we write poems. This is one that i made.
I sway in the breeze,
Oh I love being a tree,
People admire my leafs.
My leafs spin Down,
Dow to the ground,
Then people pick them up.
I bloom orchids every year,
That's when the people cheer!
But then in autumn,
My leafs turn brown,
Then they fall down, down, down.
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