Trees everywhere

Trees are the kindest things I know,

They do no harm, they simply grow,

And spread a shade for sleepy cows,

And gather birds among 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 the first when day's 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.