Trees

We look out of the window

The leaves on our tree

Have fallen 

Winter is here

The birds have flown

No more berries to pick

Or places to sing

Further away 

On the hill

Are bigger trees 

They are like bones 

Standing tall 

Strong

One day we would like

To sit under them 

It would be good 

To have more magical trees 

We look forward to spring

When the skies will be blue

And the leaves green

Glowing in the sun

We never tire of looking

It helps the minutes pass

The tree

The chimney pot

The roofs of houses 

Are our world

How lucky we are

To have our special tree.