My humble way of thanking nature for giving me what I'd missed out on for so long:
You can’t reach them, however you try.
Trace them, follow them, oh so high
To be there like a bird you must fly.
They are spidery, they are dense
Now like giants they are spread.
Some are happy, some are tense
Fighting the rain and sun for you
They chill you shrill when the wind escapes.
They bring you fruits and flowers too
Enchanting colours and a million shapes.
Love them, nourish them, nature’s gift
Trees, these green trees, low and high.
A look—and how your spirits lift!