Palm trees are the feeling of warm sand between my toes, the sound of waves crashing against the shore, while seagulls squawk and frisbees fly, reminding me that palm trees are my beachy Florida home. Trees are memories, trees are adventures, trees are life. Far away, on the blue star trail in Maine, endless conifers stand tall and proud. They are the guardians of the life the mountain holds; they are the thrill of danger and places unknown. Trees are memories, trees are adventures, trees are life. The old oak at the park has stories waiting to be told; a rite of passage for every kid to climb. If you fall, she tells you to get back up and to make new friends wherever you go. Trees are memories, trees are adventures, trees are life. In the autumn at the New York playground, red maple leaves coat every surface. Parents rake them into piles…we don’t care! Everyone young at heart jumps right in. Trees are memories, trees are adventures, trees are life. Pines are peppermint, hot cocoa, and a big warm hug all wrapped up in a pretty red bow. They are family sitting around a roaring fire and the happiest season of all. Ode to Trees 5 by Freya Samuel ’30
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