Lullaby Tree

Cradle a thought on a bough of a tree, Where it will swing so lazily, Where it will gather to its heart All in Nature’s lovely mart. For every lovely living thing Stops to talk by a tree and sing, Of what has gone on that very day In fields and forests far away.

If little thoughts hear happily All that’s said about a tree, They’ll grow to be so wise and true, They’ll come back to the heart of you Much stronger, grown in beauty free, Because their cradle was a tree.