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.