Dedicated to Nature- Voice of the trees- in all Seasons – A Poem

I love Nature in all it’s glory, but what would nature be without the trees, in all seasons?

A Poem-   Voice of the trees- in all Seasons.

The trees in the winter seem to shout ” Look at me”

I’m all sparkly, and white, “am I not beautiful to see?”

You don’t hardly notice, but I’m here all the time.

I don’t always speak, but I do have a name,

And I’m told i’ts called pine.

The trees in the spring seem to speak at this time “Look at me”

Am I not beautiful to see?”

My white blossoms, and fragrance are filling the air,

“Am I not a sight to behold,”

How can you compare?

I do have a name, I’m called cherry blossom, I’m told.

The trees in the summer seem to speak out” Look at me”

Am I not so beautiful to see?

I’ve sure taken my time, but here I am at last.

I’m filled with pink flowers, with a fragrance so sweet,

That will soon be a fruit, that’s delicious to eat.

I hope you will remenber me as your favorite tree?

My name is Peach.

The trees in the Fall seem to shout, ” Look at me”

Am I not the most beautiful to see?

I am going to get you to love me most of all,

Before my leaves fall,

Look” how I change from yellow, to orange, and red”

Have I got your attention yet?

How can you love any other tree, more than you love me?

I must admit you have won my heart for all seasons,

And that is the reason,

I love you Mr. Maple most of all.