that old oak tree,
outside the window,
from the moment,
it is planted,
the roots starts to grow,
bigger and bigger,
the trunk the branches,
are all shaped,
in different ways,
the leaves start green,
in the spring,
the summer is hot,
autumn comes,
the colours will change,
to a golden sunshine,
the leaves will fall,
winter time,
the trees will sleep,
untill the spring,
and the seasons start again
Sharron Stephenson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tree-for-the-seasons/
