In 2017 I hope… that
In spring I am planted,
Hoping for new hopes and hoping for warmth.
In summer, I am growing,
Growing half way up to the sky.
Picnicking people come and go,
Trying to take my shade.
In autumn, I am nearly maximum height,
But dogs come and leave their black bags all over me,
The sun shines,
The seeds go,
For the trees next year to follow.
In winter, I am max height. People come and cut me down,
They put me up into their cosy house,
And decorate me from top to bottom
I am a Christmas tree.