"The Lonely Tree"

Trees:

      They come in different shapes and sizes,
      And smell like chestnuts when sun rises.
      Swaying trees come and go,
      By getting chopped by the ones who know.            

      Green Green,
      So fresh and clean,
      Neon trees are never mean.


      Peace fills the air that surround the branches.
      In no need of attention.

      The size and shape never matters but,
      The beauty cares with loving tender.
 
      The veins of the branches that are planted in  the soil,
       Show the tunnel of roots to a secret passage way,
      That is unable to discover in one day.

       Tree tree come back to me,
        So long, I will see you when I'm free,
       Looking for a calm and sincere place to be.