The boy took the seed with the intentions

to do the deed of growing a tree. He hopped

on his bike and with a swift strike, he was on

his way to town.

On his way back, he picture the packs of

barbaloons eating the fruits of his tree. They ate will big smiles while the swami swans finished miles of flying to see the trees. The humming fish swam below but with no need to mope cause the water was finally clean

As he made his way threw town, he couldn't help but frown at the treeless sight before his eyes.

The humming fish did not swim for our lack of rivers

and the swomee swans did not fly for our skies are quite dimmer and oh the barbaloons did not eat the fruit of the trees for we had none at.

As he got to his house he couldn't help but announce to his family that he had gotten the seed. They looked at it with need and gathered around the table to discuss the trees.