The Tree – by Duy
In Spring, its leaves are starting to grow
Filling the branches with a lovely glow
In Summer, its buds start to bloom
The sight of it destroys any gloom
In the heart of Autumn, the leaves start to fall
All the leaves will fall – the low and the tall
In the bleak mid-Winter, it is completely bare
But never mind there’s still another year
What is this beautiful object?
That is the question!
So now we come to it, I shall tell you: It is a tree!