Trees and Me

Trees
Big and small,
Long and thin,
They’re all the same.
So, it's fair to say that there to blame
For the oxygen in our lungs.
To keep us alive
Or we wouldn’t survive.
Animals.
They rest in the trees
Under or on top,
In or out,
It will still be their home,
Even if they are alone.
It will still be the trees,
The trees and me,
Me and the trees,
Who always made a breeze.
I love the trees.