Tree poem by Aarya

Swish, swish, swish as the wind swirls around the bright, green, leaves. The sun is shining right through. It sparkles like magic  glistening through the tree. The trunk feels as rough as a bumpy, brown, road. The roots are stuck deep in like a mole still digging under ground. The tree is a giant trunk with many little claws. It is protecting me.