Best Song Tree Poems
I am seated under a tree that sings
With my guitar on hand over one knee
The tree is singing with me with glee
And I keep on strumming where my heart clings.
Wind talks softly to me and the bees,
Hearing your words through the breeze.
I hear you in the pretty wind chimes,
Singing as you whisper many times.
Peace you bring in,
Each song you sing with a grin.
Rain or wind in the trees,
Softly you sing me to sleep with great ease.
Date Written: 7/13/2021
Note: Acrostic Rhyme
"The Kitty and the Bunny" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "Pop! Goes the
Weasel".
'Round and 'round the dogwood tree
Kitty chased the Easter Bunny,
'Til Bunny tossed an egg
That broke Kitty's leg;
And Kitty cried, "This game ain't fun-ny!".
Bonus activity: Give children some crayons and paper and have them turn this poem into a comic strip. Tell them you would use four boxes for your comic strip: one showing Kitty chasing the bunny, the next one showing the bunny tossing an egg, the next showing kitty holding his paw, and the last one showing tears streaming down Kitty's face. But, tell children they can use as few or as many boxes as they like for their comic strips and even change the storyline. The dogwood tree becomes an apple tree and bunny is seen pelting Kitty with apples. Perhaps squirrels join in the fight and start throwing acorns at Kitty.
Haiku Calendar
(January to December in the Southern part of the U.S.A.)
snow and more snow falls
cold wind and more cold wind blows
all branches are bare
starving and weak birds
a chill grips before sunrise
fall from bare branches
warm afternoon wind
thin morning ice melts on pond
a song bird is heard
poppies hide in grass
drink from early morning showers
bees drink from open buds
warm ruffles new weeds
clover covers budding ground
crickets find their song
hawk hunts small rabbit
green hedges give good cover
blood drips on clover
sun waves off dark soil
flowers grow only in shade
bees hive drips sweet wax
in shade cow chews cud
waits for dark to find water
sleeps on top of mound
east winds pull cool rain
quinces bright hill flowers thirst
streams roar then fall quite
squirrel hides acorn
digs hole at foot of oak tree
barks at gray wet sky
leaf fall from elm tree
vacant bird nest are exposed
geese sound over head
deer move over trail
fawns loose baby spots and jump
graze on holly leafs
To Learn the Secrets
Of the Trees, Just Listen to
The Birds' Chirping.
I hold a fire in my hand
And the flame is you,
In the forest
Where every tree is you,
Walking on the road
Each brick is you,
Under the starry sky
The lone moon is you,
Hearing the voices
Nightingale is you,
Among all ill in these woods
All the glee is you,
Yet when I look for your hand,
To hold with one without the flame
Everything around is you,
Except you.
As a can trash full
I am all mixed up.
As flushed raw sewage
I am all mixed up.
As grit and concrete
I am all mixed up.
As boiled bouillabaisse
I am all mixed up.
As fall forest leaves
I am all mixed up.
As odd jellybeans
I am all mixed up.
As a bouquet blend
I am all mixed up.
How to stop this chant?
I am all mixed up...
1/21/2023
Enraptured redbird
Sings his song in the treetops;
Love is in the air!
leaves turning to song
the box elder beat boxing~
starling crescendo
There was a witch who lived in a tree
Truly loving and kindly was she
Although she wasn't glorious of face
Her heart was truly in the right place.
The witch loved to wake to sound of birds
To their songs she would write her own words
Then she'd join in, a choir they became
Her home was known as The Tree of Fame.
Parents brought their children to the witch
This tree had become a concert pitch
The kids would have their own instrument
To join the choir was the chief intent.
Melodious sounds would fly o’er breeze
Folk were inspired to fall on their knees
It was indeed an angelic sound
Which was heard for many miles around.
When the night came the witch was content
For the merry way her day was spent
She’d set off on her broom for a flight
To view moon and stars glittering bright.
At midnight witch would tuck up in bed
But not before prayers had been said.
All my life I never thought
trees were truly alive
like me.
They have no brain.
They cannot walk or talk.
But I find out now
from indigenous teachings
they do have wisdom.
Now then, what wisdom
do have I?
I've heard they have songs,
ancients thought they made
prophecies.
Some scientists now see
the trees for the forest.
Are they conscious? You tell me.
Or, better yet. Ask a tree.
Listen for the song.
Quaking aspens' gilded leaves
spark abundant yellow flames
White birch serenades Autumn
Melodious sight.
*AUDIO: On YouTube, Singing Nightingale by Dimitry Yakubovich.
Nightingale
branches stretched skyward
a solo pitched high climbing~
nightingale nocturnes
*Nightingale
HMS checked
2021 August 16
*2nd Place*
Songbird haiku
~~Tania Kitchin: Judged 2021 August 23
Upon a ridge, the echoes fade,
Mist drapes the dawn in silver shade.
A lone tree hums where whispers flow,
As dewdrops race the breeze below.
The seasons shift, the dream is past,
A fleeting bloom, too bright to last.
Yet in the hush where echoes stay,
A long-lost song still finds its way.
I heard a Koyal coo at dawn
Singing sweet unseen from somewhere,
The dew when shined bright on the lawn,
And grass at lea swayed with the air,
I scarce if heard his song though sweet,
For, it was seldom meant for me.
I scarce if heard his song though sweet,
For, it was seldom meant for me,
The dew when still was on the lawn
And grass at lea swayed with the air,
My soul singing for me same time--
To me as good a melody.
And suddenly he stopped singing
As I wondered for what reason,
The dew when still was on the lawn
And grass at lea swayed with the air.
Was I not singing well as him?
Muffled its laugh a swaying tree.
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Sestet | 10.01.2026 | cuckoo, dawn, lawn, song, tree
Note: As one Sanskrit Subhashhitam goes: a Koyal that starts singing from early spring till late summer, stops with the advent of rains when frogs start their raucous mating songs, and the poet appreciates what the Koyal, a renowned singer, do. In this song too something similar happens. I was also greatly inspired by James Stephens ’The Rivals'.