The Tree Poem

The tree starts off

As a seed

It grows bigger

And looks like a weed

It still is small

But soon will grow tall

The tree is happy

Listening to a mating call

It lives off wind,

Water and sun.

It is a long time

Till its life is done.

The tree enjoys its

Feasts and food.

It soon is the 

Tallest tree in the woods

And as the tree cutters

Come to chop

He knows he'll be a 

A chair or a table in the shops.