Trees

                      Strong           sun-tanned           arms  outstretched,  green 

              fingers    reaching for blue sky, calling down cool rain and giving     

people shade to  hide their bodies    from the angry scorching sun.

The leaves,  they  waver in the breeze,  like fingertips in all the trees.  They flap,

    they flutter and flicker, they wink and they whistle and whisper.    They tell us

stories of long ago,    amazing things we have forgotten,  but they still seem to

know.    In the branches, in the    smooth-curved crooks, lovers sit and laugh

and  children love to play, and  squirrels  happily hide  their food    in all the small

well-hidden nooks.  Birds sing  their songs in the trees' great heights,  in their nests

see awesome sights.  The perfect place to build their nest, their children get the         

very best.  From on high they watch sunrise, see all the colors of the skies.{c/}

                              As children  play and run on

                                        ground, the shade  of

                                trees is all              around.

                                    The trunk          of a tree

                                    can be the "base" and

                                the finish line to every race.

                                It gives a place to lean their

                                  back when finally their legs

                                    go slack.  And since the

                                  weather's damp and warm,

                                leaves warn you of a thunder{c/}

                            storm.  After Earth has had its drink,{c/}

  the  tree,  once  more, provides the perfect place to slow    down and  think. {c/}