Oak Tree Poem

Once there was this little Sapling,
waiting to grow big and strong.
But it waited and waited,
for Mr Sunny and Ms Rainy never did come,
so it shriveled
and died,
an Oak Tree Sapling.

Clara? Here's your oak tree poem. Too bad I couldn't get it to live past long enough to have something to write about. Haha, and there's no need to feel guilty about what you did. You did nothing wrong..

Wow, I'm praying hard actually.. I hope I'll be free this Sat! Please, no sweeps or details! I want my Saturday to be free!