Poetry

Giving Tree (dedicated to Shel Silverstein)

written by: trevor

Giving Tree


If I were a tree,
I would like to be
a giving tree.

Leaves a peaceful green,
birds could sit and sing,
children laugh and swing
upon my branches.

Fruit a joyful red,
the sun could rest it's head,
the hungry could be fed
with my apples.

Bark an earthy brown,
roots deep in the ground,
the weary could sit down
beside my trunk.

The soft, gentle breeze
could rustle through my leaves,
refreshing all in need
under my shade.

I'd be strong and tall,
give myself to all
'til my fruit was gone,
a giving tree.

Though I would be bare,
I would still be there
reminding you I care,
the giving tree.

Then springtime would begin,
and I would bloom again
to be for you my friend
your giving tree.