I wrote this when I was like in 5th grade I think. I found it the other day and thought it was cool so here goes:
The Song of the Ghost Trees
Whoosh, whoosh goes the wind across the empty field.
Sway, Sway goes the golden grass where once stood the mighty oaks.
Caw, Caw goes the big black raven, mourning for the dead.
The Song of the Ghost Trees
Whoosh, whoosh goes the wind across the empty field.
Sway, Sway goes the golden grass where once stood the mighty oaks.
Caw, Caw goes the big black raven, mourning for the dead.