Poems I Wrote For No Reason

Life of A Tree

A tree starts as a seed

but in the future,

what will it need?

Then it starts to grow,

row after row.

Then a small bark comes.

But we can't really see it in the dark.

So how would we see without great light?

At least we know it's there without our sight.

A tree has life, like you and me.

But what would happen to this small tree?

All we can do is wait, and see.