PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

when i grow up i want to be a tree

when small children climb on me

i'll sway and rustle my leaves for them

i'll take them high then down no problem

let them tie a swing to one of my limbs

let them imagine and follow all their whims

and when my leaves fall to the ground

you all can smile, with every colour found

and when you share me with your love

you can enjoy the shade form up above

someday you'll leave this place

someday you'll take my place