Trees are great, they just stand and wait
They don't cry when they 're teased
They don't eat much and they seldom shout
Trees are easily pleased
Trees are great, they like to congregate
For meetings in the park
They dance and sway, they stay all day
And talk till well and dark.
Trees are great, they accept their fate
When it's pouring down with rain
they don't wear macs, it runs off their backs
But you never hear them complain
So answer me, please, if there weren't any trees.
Where would naughty boys climb?
Where would lovers carve their names?
Where would little birds nest?
Where would we hang the leave?
-Roger McGaugh
Pinegreenwoods Poetry Path
