A tree
Is not like you and
Me - it waits around quite
Patiently- catching kites and
Dropping leaves- reaching out to touch
The breeze... A tree will stand and stare
Clothed in summer, winter: bare- it has no shame
Or modesty... Perhaps it's generosity is the greatest in
The world- it gives a home to every bird, every squirrel,
Feeds them too- to every dog it is a loo... After dark
What does it do? Catch a falling star or two? Shimmy
In the old moonlight? Or maybe have a conker fight?
A tree can give a awful lot: the wood to make a:
Baby's cot, pencils, pens tables chairs- lolly
Sticks as well as stairs... With out a tree we
Couldn't live - a tree it seems just
Loves to give -
But us:
We
Chop
We
Take
We
Burn
That's
What we
Do in return
YOU ARE READING
Did you hear me?
ПоэзияA load of poems some mine others not. Please comment want to know if mine are any good.