The first tree

My first memory of a tree was in the park,

It had lots of leaves and lots of bark,

It was a tall tree, looming above all the rest,

And I remember my mum calling it the best.

I used to climb this big, strong tree,

And when I got to the top, I could see

The whole entire park,

Right in front of me.

My mum would get scared,

Telling me to come down,

But I would protest,

And stay there and rest. 

And this is my memory,

Of my first tree,

I hope it still stands,

As tall as can be.