A Riddle For You

standing high I see the whole forst
Limbs stretched, needles green,
I am the ponderosa pine.

Low on the ground, home to small bugs,
Different colors, loose on the ground or tight,
I am the sandstone.

Crunching beneath your feat,
Snapping and breaking, releasing smells,
I am the pine needle.

I shelter small anmals, I give food to some,
I lay short from the ground up, a smell so strong,
I am the sage brush.

I keep all these things alive,
Without me you can not survive
I am water.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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