the grand old tree.

This is a story about a grand old tree.
Once there was a grand old tree.
her roots sank deep into the earth,
her arms reached high into the sky.
She was home to meany creatures.
birds nested among her branches,
squirrels scurried through her leaves,
caterpillars and ladybugs crawled about.
The grand old tree flowered,
bore fruit,
and sowed seeds.
she had many children.
they changed the  landscape for miles  around,
perhaps  even farther than old tree knew.
the grand old tree lived a long , long time.
she basked in the sun ,
swayed in the breeze, and danced in the wind.
she grew  and shed...
many leaves.
at last, the grand old tree was very, very old.
her branches  no longer swayed and danced , but cracked and snaped in the wind.
finally she fall, and snow gently covered her.
the old tree died.
she no longer flowerd, bord fruit, or sowed seeds, but she was still home to meany creatures.
raccoons nest in  her trunk,
centipedes crawled along her brancheses and lichen grew on her bark.
the grand old tree slowly  crumbled. she became prart of the earth.
today the roots of her grandchildren sink deep into this earth.there arms reach hig in to the sky.
they are home to many creatures, just like the grand old tree. THE END.