A little girl had crossed the road
Towards a Tree whos very old.
-Hello there, Mr. Tree,
Tell me , how your day will be?
-If it's early in July, I'll be looking at the sky.
But it's early spring you see,
Life, is just starting for a Tree.
-Could you tell me little more
Of the spring, and what you saw?
-Well, spring is known as life for us.
Where morning rains, showering thru our veins,
Makes the leaves grow big and green,
But they're also very thin.
The Sun will rise from its own place
Giving us his love and grace.
Flowers then , will all wake up
With lots of colours to attract .
Little birds will fly around
Singing , playing on the ground
Some, will fly over the place
Picking the tea, from the flowers of a Tree.
-How about the nights on spring.
Are they lonely? A lot of wind?
-Well, a breeze I feel at night,
Whispering from side to side
Lots of crickets sing their song ,
For me being on my own.
-You're not happy on your own.
Come with me , i'll take you home.
-Oh ..., I am very old you see,
I can't move, I am  Tree
And about my happiness,
Is for anyone to guess.
In the summer of July,
I'll be looking at the sky.
Mornings then , won't be the same.
Will be little bits of rain
And all the flowers from the spring ,
Will then grow and fruits will bring.
Longer then will be the days
In a week, will grow a twig
Butterflys will fly around,
Yelow , green,blue,even brown!
The sun will shine over my brunch
From the morning, thru the lunch.