Growing around the dazzling waters of the spring,
To give the appearance of an emerald ring;
Ornamenting the beautiful green meadows,
Adding to the mystery of the ever-watching shadows;
Swaying merrily in the gentle breeze
Are the dark green trees.

Tall and graceful, they so erectly stand,
Making nature and their surroundings all the more grand;
My eyes capture these amazing displays
Of the dark green trees, their beauty, their quaint ways.
Dancing to the tune of the whistling breeze
Are the dark green trees.

Providing a home for every single bird,
And food for every hungry herd;
Selflessly helping one and all
From the time of spring to the time of fall;
Singing the song of the gentle breeze
Are the dark green trees.

As my mind wanders to the memory of this captivating sight,
It is then that I am sure I am right.
Shading the earth from rain and heat
And helping every soul that barks or bleats;
Dancing and singing in the gentle breeze
Are the dark green trees.