Trees Poem by A.M. Street

Trees are the kindest things I know
They do no harm, they simply grow.
And spead a shade for sleepy cows
And gather birds amongst their bows

They give us fruit in leaves above
And wood to make our houses of.
And leaves to burn on Halloween
And in the Spring new buds of green

They are first when days begun
To tough the beams of morning sun.
They are the last to hold the light
When evening changes into night.

And when a moon floats on the sky
They hum a drowsy lullaby.
Of sleepy children long ago,
Trees are the kindest things I know.



Written by Harry Behn Suffolk show 2010.