His mother tapped his crown <br />And said, 'Now, don't frown <br />And shiver so. Your tender leaves <br />Are falling down upon the ground, <br />And every little breeze that blows <br />Is making your ribs show! ' <br /> <br />So the little tree tried <br />Not to be nervous before the show! <br />But he didn't know <br />Just what to do! <br />'I've never been the center <br />Of attention before, you know! ' <br /> <br />Soon they all stood proudly. <br />And the crowds gasped loudly <br />At the show. <br />The crystal gleam of a lone sunbeam <br />Spotlighted him <br />In his coat of glorious colors!<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-littlest-tree/
