The Tree by Sammy, 3SB

A hollow tree stood directly in front of me.  There was a small opening at the back of the tree so I cleared away some thick ferns. Hesitantly, I clambered inside.  I started exploring cautiously.  I climbed on to a branch. I could feel damp as I clambered on to the middle.  The tree was gloomy. Sitting there on a tree, suddenly I realised how small I was compared to it.  I squeezed in through a dark, twisting, ante-tunnel and slid through the other side.  The ferns were covering the entrance like a den.  The small bird holes would be a perfect window.  It would be perfect for a look-out tower.  I went up to the top of the tree to see all the beautiful plants outside clinging to the leaves.  I wondered weather the aboriginal children played here 100 million years ago.  I went through the secret, rare tunnel and started exploring again.  I found a rather rare beetle.  It was black with yellow spots.  It was extraordinary.  Also, I spotted a spider with an unpleasant breath.  I went back up to the window.  

Sammy S

3SB