POEM

Under the tree is the place to be.
So you can be free to weave.
Trees grow from seeds.
Some people get a degree to weave.
Her cousins think that hinepau is the odd one out.
She hides her talent inside her no doubt.
She sacrifices’ her life to bring fresh air and
Crops.
No one will make hinepau stop.

i wrote this poem because it's like saying if you
like something dont take other peoples opinion
if it's negative.