8, TREES IN THE BREEZE
Trees, trees lots of trees, are you glad they were planted? Some grow tall, some grow wide. Many are planted side by side. Some are big some are small, they look gracious against the wall. Branches swaying in the breeze, dropping flowers that may please.
Many birds make trees their home. From tree to tree they do roam. To the person who planted the trees, I only hope you were thinking of me.
As I nest high above, please don't chop down the tree I love. I have a family in this tree, I am not just thinking about me.
Trees and birds go together. We need shelter in all weather. Please plant more trees far and wide. Give us a home side by side.
Many thanks for just caring, I hope this poem is worth you sharing.
Trees, trees lots of trees, are you glad they were planted? Some grow tall, some grow wide. Many are planted side by side. Some are big some are small, they look gracious against the wall. Branches swaying in the breeze, dropping flowers that may please.
Many birds make trees their home. From tree to tree they do roam. To the person who planted the trees, I only hope you were thinking of me.
As I nest high above, please don't chop down the tree I love. I have a family in this tree, I am not just thinking about me.
Trees and birds go together. We need shelter in all weather. Please plant more trees far and wide. Give us a home side by side.
Many thanks for just caring, I hope this poem is worth you sharing.