My Trees
My trees & its branches,
On them many birdies, butterflies & little insects perches,
The sun bird, the lark & the weavers,
The pine, the eucalyptus, the guava, the mango & the birches,
Dance when we sit under them on the benches,
The rose, the tulips, the poppies & the pansies,
Sing & whistle when on them the bees & the colorful butterflies thistle,
The magnificent blue bells, the multi colored zinnias,
The purple & white periwinkles all smile at me with a twinkle,
As if they cherish on my chubby cheeks that little dimple,
The butterflies, the bees, the wasps, the dragon fly,
All of them fly in the sky high, high, high,
Poor grasshopper & that shabby toad watch them with a sigh,
As they cannot fly in the sky so high, high, high,
Poor garden snake just wiggles around,
In search of a new termite mound,
The red lady bird, the beetles, the millipede & the centipedes,
Crawl on the velvet grass,
Hide when the grasshopper & the frogies pass,
With nature they all live so beautifully,
We should learn from them how to live with nature wonderfully.