Trees by Shannon Smith

Tall and Bare,
The trees stand still in the cool spring air.
Big and Brown,
With some sparks of white,
The trees have been there through every winter day and night.
Some are round and fat,
Or thin like me,
The trees have beauty that is perfect company.
Leafless and dull,
The trees are there and look full of despair.
Waiting for spring and summer to come,
When they're going to have their leaves arrive,
In every shade of green; and you'll
Know Summer is here when you see the great beehives.
Beehives attached to the great Mighty Oaks,
that once looked sad enough to choke.
Back in the days of cold snowy winter that was,
But now the trees are back providing fun.