My Family

My family is the woods.

My dad is the dirt,

giving us a solid foundation to grow in.

My mom is the tallest tree,

overseeing everything that occurs.

My brother is the opposite bank of the creek,

far away and distant.

My sisters are the animals,

always there yet hiding away.

 

I am the wind blowing through the trees,

making everything move, bend, and sway.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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