The Tree

The chatter and laughter resounded through the leaves

Youngsters climbing as they shout

While down lower

others give encouragement as they heave

But others can’t do as well so they complain and pout

The scent of pollen wafts through the air as it scatters

Smooth frigid branches of the tree colden hands

Insects crawl around

their tiny little feet patters

Butterflies fly around on flowers they land

The warm glow of the sun seeps through the verdure

Saffron coloured flowers bloom and are plucked

While some scared to touch

unsure

Those who took flowers were cupped

Students laugh and play

Insects fly and crawl around

Flowers bloom but fray

The limbs of the tree and branches bound

The tree is always there to stand and stay