Trees


A maple and oak,
grew side by each.
The elms shadowed them,
along with some beech...

The birch stood all over,
and all in between.
The moose followed willows,
to water in streams...

Then for our lumber,
homes' softwood in trees,
the spruce, pine, and fir,
they like to run free...

Even in winter,
they are evergreen,
even though in winter,
porcupines can be mean...

Then there's the cedar,
in the middle they hide.
In springtime deers' hunger,
it'd be tough to survive...

I hope that forever,
and ever may be;
I love all the forests,
I love all the trees...

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