An ode to trees

My humble way of thanking nature for giving me what I'd missed out on for so long:

Leafy patterns in the sky

You can’t reach them, however you try.

Trace them, follow them, oh so high

To be there like a bird you must fly.

They are spidery, they are dense

Now like giants they are spread.

Some are happy, some are tense

They shed leaves to give you a bed.

Fighting the rain and sun for you

They chill you shrill when the wind escapes.

They bring you fruits and flowers too

Enchanting colours and a million shapes.

 

Love them, nourish them, nature’s gift

Trees, these green trees, low and high.

A look—and how your spirits lift!

Keep them growing, oh, ne'er let them die.