TREES

Out of small acorns oak trees grow 
How they get so tall I would like to know 
Other trees are there for company I guess 
A thing of beauty I have to confess 

Trees are there for me all year round 
Standing so proud above the ground
The colours are amazing as the seasons change 
Been called a tree hugger and people call me strange 

We take for granted the trees that we see 
Leave them alone forever and let them be