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 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.
I really love the poem 'trees' because when i was asked to write the poem in my neatest handwriting, i thought that it was going to be quite tricky because most poems that I've experienced were quite long but this one was quite short so I'm thankfull for that.I'd also like to thank the typer of the poem because i had no idea how to write a poem but now i do!
Thank you for posting this poem. I wanted to use it as a discussion on poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Terrible poem and i wish i never read it