A tree grown with care
Will never be bare

Loving words will help it rise
Through the dirt, to the sky

From the ground it will soar
In the yard forever more

With it's branches it will clasp
All the woods in it's grasp.

the needles will keep the limbs intact
While the cones become a snack

The squirrels will play, the birds will sing
From the branches, to the swing

It only takes a little work,
a little love, and a lot of dirt.