We drew around our hand and part of our arm to make the tree trunk. Then we used paint and made fingerprints as the leaves.
Last we drew around the leaves to make them stand out.
Leaves
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.
by Elsie N. Brady
