Sonnet: Grow Trees

The branches cut the wind fierce to a breeze; The leaves break sunlight into chequered beams; The shade of trees affords all travelers peace; The wearied ones sleep ’neath the trees in dreams! And birds too build their nests on branches high; The squirrels eat their berries with great joy; The trees make verdant all landscape near-by; And attract rain in which children enjoy! Trees make the earth greener and beautiful, Adding oxygen to the air we breathe; Preserve its trees, man! Nature is grateful; The leaves and flowers can make us a wreath. Trees are so useful to mankind always; ’midst good trees, men have spent their earthly days! 7-14-2002