The Big Tree
By Conor K
Trees are there every day
Under them you can play
Their leaves are shiny, green, and keen
There is so much more that can be seen
Trees offer to those who adore them
A message of silence and repose
They are more than swishing and swaying
To tell old stories that reveal an ancient time
To describe a life that was not sublime
Of the people who had lived under its shade
To rest and wait for food to be made