children poem - Our Tree

Our Tree

 A little bird sees
 Ripe fruit on our tree
 And eats a tasty berry
 The bird flies tall
 And a berry seed falls 

The rains have come
 Hurry! let’s run.
 Clouds, rain and sun...
Our plant is born, a little one.



Now a tree,
With branches long,
Crows and bird-song,
 Crawling ants and spiders’ webs, Caterpillars with tiny legs,
 Rich green leaves, life  aplenty.










The tree has fruit,                                        
 Some big, some small,
 Let us pluck them
 But do not fall!                                              

Crows perch, squirrels run,
 And see the  monkeys
  Having fun!


 Strong branches,
With pretty swings,
Our beautiful tree
Has so many things.