A Sonnet about Trees
To grow as tall and fine as mighty trees
That spread their roots so far across the land
With leaves that rustle gently on the breeze
And twigs on branches that reach out like hands
The oak, the beech, the elm the sycamore
So proudly standing tall throughout the years
With Springtime blooms and Summer fruits for all
And then Autumnal leaves do fall like tears
To see those trees that grow in fields alone
Those mighty kings surveying all they see
How proud they stand, yet standing on their own
Much better to live their with company
Sometimes I dream and wish that we all could
Just come together now, as trees in woods
Walking Trees!
Out for a walk
What did I see?
Nothing more than walking trees
I told my friends
They laughed at me
There's no such thing as walking trees!
Later that week
At half past three
I saw another walking tree
And still my friends
Did not believe
They mocked my claim of walking trees!
I told my friends
To come with me
To the old woods, to see some trees
When we got there
What did we see?
Just some normal rooted trees
On the way home
We stopped for tea
Beneath some gnarly old oak trees
But the ground shook
The roots broke free
They were some actual walking trees!
Now all my friends
Don't laugh at me
When I do mention walking trees
I say "There's one"
They turn and flee
So best look out for walking trees!
