Green with spendour when Summer's here, <br />Brown contender in Autumn's sphere, <br />Bare the branches in Winter's embrace, <br />New growth created, when Spring shows her face. <br /> <br />Stalwart trunks, with many years standing, <br />Leaves when over, steadily landing, <br />Branches swaying in the breeze, <br />How I love all kinds of trees. <br /> <br />Forests of green, where they all meet, <br />Swaying together as they all greet, <br />Each morning, when the light appears, <br />Each growing slowly over the years. <br /> <br />Sentinels of the land they survey, <br />Strong and upstanding in every way, <br />Graceful, mighty, powerful and fine, <br />Tall and sleek just like the Pine. <br /> <br />The Oak, Ash, Sycamore and Lime, <br />The Rowan, White Beam and Silver Birch sublime, <br />Each one giving of their glorious best, <br />To the World - The World's been blest. <br /> <br />What would we do without our trees, <br />Don't cut them down, will you please, <br />Remember how they give us shade, <br />From the sun, within the glade. <br /> <br />Stand and study these majestic creations, <br />Upright descendants of past relations, <br />Their dignity, against all weathers, <br />If it were us, we'd lose our tethers. <br /> <br />But these gallant trees require our care, <br />They give oxygen, in the air <br />That we breathe, so, if we want to survive, <br />Let us keep our trees alive.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trees-2/
