The Oak Tree
Bay of Plenty/Coromandel
Emma, 10The Oak Tree
As the breeze seemed to rip the old tree from its roots, I would lookup and the leaves would be going completely crazy. When the leaves swayed in the puff of breeze, I could smell the freshness from some and a rusty smell from others. The branches would bend in all different directions and heat waves then beamed off the black concrete!As I rubbed my hands across the branches, mosses scattered.
Oak tree: Is my favourite spot because it’s got a good breeze!