Getting wet on a windy day

Growing bigger and feeling we are blowing away.

 

Our branches swaying from side to side.

We might be skinny or sometimes wide.

 

Our roots sometimes make people trip and sometimes our leaves will drip.

 

We might grow fast, we might grow slow.

The wind makes us blow, blow, blow.

 

Sometimes we will fall or tumble

In an earthquake our roots will rumble.

 

Birds building nests on our heads,

To them we are like beds.

 

Trees are such amazing things.