Tree Poem

I'm in my little shell.

It's like a sleeping bag.

I'm snuggled up and warm.

But suddenly it starts to open.

I see the light; it looks so bright.

Soon I start to grow.

The sky is leaking, finally I can stop seeking.

To find my source of fresh water.

The sun is shining on me

With new friends in sight.

I can finally tell myself that,

It's alright.

Little kids are now climbing me

But they keep me safe.

They water me every day,

As well as my neighbouring trees.

I may have stopped growing, but

Every spring that passes by,

I drop my seeds,

And will forever stay alive.