If I were a tree, I would want to
grow, tall, and round
green and brown.
I would stretch my branches wide,
so that children, in them, would hide.
And when my time to go was near,
I would never shed a tear.
For I am tree, tall and round,
I fear not falling to the ground.
To Paper and houses I would be
made, or maybe a porch that could provide shade.
My life though lost, would render
small cost, to anyone who needed its aid.
To children and adults I give a second chance:
To see, to speak, to run, to dance.
My body that I would no longer need could make
someones life much better with speed.