First Place Winner - Kayla Garcia

Maple Tree by Kayla Garcia A maple tree was looking down at me with sap running down its trunk It gleamed brown dark with its healthy jagged bark Branches fat and thick reaching out Scratching trees played a trick That poor sweet maple tree was so peaceful It looked as if it wanted to come with me but I left it there so it can live free

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