Whose Tree is that? I think I know.

Its owner is quite happy though.

Full of joy like a vivid rainbow.

He gives his Tree a shake,

The only other sound is the break,

Of distant waves and birds awake.

The Tree is True Blue, red and deep,

But he has promises to keep.

After a break and lots of sleep.

Sweet leaves come to him cheap.

He rises from his tree-like bed,

Ready for the day ahead.