My Tree

I love my tree, and he loves me.

He is big and strong,

And also tall, long.

I climb to the top and reach for the sky

While birds fly by and don't ask why

I love my tree and he loves me.

So we spend days playing,

just sitting and laying,

While clouds smile at us from afar,

we lick at jelly from a jar.

But the day always must end, and so does our fun.

Until the next day, we'll dream of the sun.