The tree
Which will give us
Flowers and fruits
Shade to hang
A good hammock
To rest!
The tree
A good house
We can form
Called the tree house
Which all of us
At one time or another
Wanted to build
Playing and climbing
A tree will be
A beautiful memory
No one can forget
And that memory will always
Stay with us
The tree
With its rich shadow
Listening to the birds
As they happily sing
Sitting below
We can look
How the nests
We see them form
And the little birds
We will hear chirping
Every morning
We used to sing
The 1,2,3 …….
And start looking
It was a game
Where we ran
And we did not let
Anyone catch us!
The tree trunk
Could bear us
We started to count
While with eyes closed
We couldn’t look
The tree
Seeing the flowers arrive
We were very happy
Because we would soon see
The fruits ripen
Under the tree
We could enjoy
Of the delight that was to taste
The fruit of that tree
It was a delicacy
The tree
A fresh breeze
A tranquility could be noticed
Everyone wanted to arrive
To rest
Some slept
A rich nap
In that place
Or they just wanted
To think
But always underneath
The tree they wanted to be
The tree
Who can forget it
In many houses
I could never miss
A tree in the yard
Where we used to
Play, rest or think
But we will always miss
Our big tree
What freshness and peace
It could give us