The Giver By Liana W, Shaza M, Nicholas H, and Maria G., 602

The Giver
The giver looks towards the trees
Depressed and lonely he will be
Alas! he says. Where can I go
Towards the sunset I will roam
I am the giver. I give to all
Even when I grow old and small
When I die he takes my place
And gives it all to the human race
Like a baby bird he tries to fly
Into the super sad sunset sky
My beard grows long as my days grow short
And night will fall in my lonely fort
I am the giver. I give to all
As my eyes close, I will soon fall

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