As the Wind Sways Above the Leaves

As the wind sways above the leaves,
Of what the children grieves,
The tree upon the hill,
Understood the word still.

The little sparrow sings,
Resting its tiny wings,
The golden rays shine on me
 Joy is shared with the caring tree

Never shall I see
A poem like a tree
With such intense beauty,
Happily doing it's duty.

Tirelessly takes care,
Of the nests in its hair,
Gives leaves and flowers,
Even when it showers.

Remember what it has brought,
So I beg of you not,
To behead the tree's family,
Just to build your balcony.