The Little Tree

From time to time, I don’t want to be a

Little tree in a little yard.

I want to be a big tree and

Touch the sky and the stars.

So, when the breeze blows, I close my eyes and

Let my leaves fly hoping that

They’ll make it to the sky, and dance

Amongst the stars in the moonlight.

But mostly, I’m delighted to be a

Little tree in a little yard,

With little children amongst my branches

Playing and giggling away.