MY FAVORITE TREE

You’re my favorite tree
Not too tall, not too short
Growing just the right leaves
And of just the right sort

When the sun dapples down
On a Summery day
Painting patterns of light
On my book where I lay

Fat clouds scuttle above
‘Tween the Sun and my tree
While buzz buzzing along
A bright striped Bumbly Bee

While some day when I’m grown
I’ll think back and I’ll say
I remember my youth
And my tree on this day

When the perfect wind blew
Twixt the leaves of my tree
I was made just for you
My tree whispered to me