J.M.J.Ch Jose Roilo M.

Bacani
8- St. Augustine Ma’am Apple Diaz
Writing Act in English September 26, 2005

Trees

Trees are the kindest things I know

They do not harm they simply grow

And spread a shade for sleepy cows.

And gather birds among their boughs.

They give us fruit in leaves above

And wood to make our houses of.

And leaves to burn on Halloween

And in Spring new buds of green.

They are the first when days begun’

To touch the beams of the morning sun.

When evening changes into night

And when a moon floats on the sky,

They hymn a drowsy lullaby

Of sleepy children long ago…
Trees are the kindest things I know.

This poem means a lot to me

because it tells a lot of things
about trees. It also gives me a
reason for taking care of trees.
And as said in the poem “Trees
are the kindest things I know”, it’s
true for me.