Trees

There she is swaying in the breeze

arms stretched out as pretty as you please

She'll bow and sway but she won't

go away

You can watch her each and every day

you can love and enjoy her

just come and see

But she can't be yours-she was

born to be free

Lovely to look at-a sight to behold

as her arms reach upward,

even when it's cold

Arms that will shield from heat and cold

she seems more lovely

as she grows old

More and more graceful through the

years you see

The name of this beauty is simply

the tree

                                                                                                                         by Ayn