When all trees were first born, such a long time ago
Rocked as seedlings within arm of winds that blow
When their little rooted feet were tender from birth
Their small tipped toes, feeling for the first time
on earth

When all trees were babies, they once used to crawl
Their soft tendrils creeping, over stone, rock grey wall,
Making their way into forest, desert and
verdant green wood
Then growing up tall, proud
and staying
wherever they stood
When trees were all adults and then,
when at last fully grown