The life of a tree is a thing to behold
From sprouts into forest they slowly unfold
The buds try to reach for an early spring
While leaves do announce a season of green

Autumn colors are a sight to be seen
In winter the branches stretch bare to the sky
Stable and firm the roots they reach down
Looking for water far deep underground

Caught in a moment of standing so tall
They brace in the wind and seldom fall
Born in the magic of a summer breeze
Nature paints life with the rustling of leaves