The Tree Poem
By James T
The tree starts off
As a seed
It grows bigger
And looks like a weed
It still is small
But soon will grow tall
The tree is happy
Listening to a mating call
It lives off wind,
Water and sun.
It is a long time
Till its life is done.
The tree enjoys its
Feasts and food.
It soon is the
Tallest tree in the woods
And as the tree cutters
Come to chop
He knows he'll be a
A chair or a table in the shops.