that old oak tree, <br />outside the window, <br />from the moment, <br />it is planted, <br />the roots starts to grow, <br />bigger and bigger, <br /> <br />the trunk the branches, <br />are all shaped, <br />in different ways, <br /> <br />the leaves start green, <br />in the spring, <br />the summer is hot, <br />autumn comes, <br /> <br />the colours will change, <br />to a golden sunshine, <br />the leaves will fall, <br /> <br />winter time, <br />the trees will sleep, <br />untill the spring, <br />and the seasons start again<br /><br />Sharron Stephenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tree-for-the-seasons/
