a tree - poem

A TREE

There's a beautiful tree under my eye,

With bird's nest-O the bird fly.

With pink wings and yellow beak,

It sits on a tap that starts to leak.

The tree has shiny green leaves,

And gives shadow to a tailor that weaves.

The tree has enormous flowers,

Bright yellow and sour.

It gives us food and wood and fragrance that sets our mood,

It gives us oxygen throughout the season.

It is my request to the world not to cut trees,

Or the world will not survive but freeze.