A tiny seed, blown by the wind
And carried on the way;
It rests itself upon the ground,
And there the seed will stay.
The leaves and soil will cover it
And keep it moist and warm,
To shelter it from Winter frosts,
And keep it safe from harm.
When finally Spring comes around
The little seed will grow
And rise from out it's earthy bed,
The green will start to show:
Then gradually these small green shoots
Will grow into a tree,
Quite small at first, but very soon
A large tree it will be.
It will be tall with branches wide,
Held up to greet the sun:
Beneath the tree, a shady spot,
To where the children run:
It's lovely leaves dance in the wind,
And rustle as it blows,
It shelters animals and birds,
How many, goodness knows.
And so, from that one tiny seed,
This tall and lovely tree,
Becomes part of the countryside,
A joy for all to see.