Our tree poem
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...