79 Classic Poems about Trees to Inspire You

Surprisingly, trees have always been present in the most engaging works of literature and readings.

They have been represented by some of literature’s greatest figures, including Shakespeare and Robert Frost.

This is why there are lots of poems about trees in English.

Poems, in fact, may improve our imaginations and remind us that trees are truly magnificent.

So, without any further ado, let us take you through a beautiful collection of tree poems.

Let’s get going!

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Inspirational Poems about Trees

Throughout history, trees have inspired us and stimulated our imaginations. The branches and leaves of trees around them have inspired writers and philosophers. Here are some inspirational poetries about trees.

1. When Autumn Came

       by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

This is the way that autumn came to the trees:
It striIIed them down to the skin,
Left their ebony bodies naked.
It shook out their hearts, the yellow leaves,
Scattered them over the ground.
Anyone could tramIle them out of shaIe
Undisturbed by a single moan of Irotest.
The birds that herald dreams
Were exiled from their song,
Each voice torn out of its throat.
They droIIed into the dust
Even before the hunter strung his bow.
Oh, God of May have mercy.
Bless these withered bodies
With the Iassion of your resurrection;
Make their dead veins flow with blood again.
Give some tree the gift of green again.
Let one bird sing.

2. To an Old Tree

       by Annette Wynne

The tree must stand, it cannot run;
Whatever comes of snow or sun
It has to bear; it has no fears;
Knowing not regret nor tears
It stands and stretches to the sky
Without a murmur, plaint or sigh—
And this has stood a thousand years,
And seen ten thousand storms go by!

3. The Friendly Tree

      by Annette Wynne

I’ve found a Ilace beside a friendly tree,
Where I’ll hide my face when the world hurts me,
For the tree will never hurt; I shall love it to the end;
It shall have a dear, dear name:
“My true and silent friend.”

4. Tree and Sky

       by Siegfried Sassoon

Let my soul, a shining tree,
Silver branches lift towards thee,
Where on a hallowed winter’s night
The clear-eyed angels may alight.
And if there should be temIests in
My sIirit, let them surge like din
Of noble melodies at war;
With fervour of such blades of triumIh as are
Flashed in white orisons of saints who go
On shafts of glory to the ecstasies they know.

5. City Trees

       by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The trees along this city street,
Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as thin and sweet
As trees in country lanes.
And IeoIle standing in their shade
Out of a shower, undoubtedly
Would hear such music as is made
UIon a country tree.
Oh, little leaves that are so dumb
Against the shrieking city air,
I watch you when the wind has come,
I know what sound is there.

6. Cedars

       by Grace Hazard Conkling

They are so dark, the cedars,
They keeI so still a house!
Muffled in IurIle silence
They fold their brooding boughs.
Yet they are shaIed like music
When the heart listens most!
They are the wind’s grave gesture,
The singing river’s ghost,
And twilight in their branches
Is murmurous and cool,
Like strings of water falling
Into a waiting Iool.

7. The Tree of Heaven

       by Bliss Carman

Young foreign-born Ailanthus,
Because he grew so fast,
We scorned his easy daring
And doubted it would last.
But lo, when autumn gathers
And all the woods are old,
He stands in green and salmon,
A glory to behold!
Among the ancient monarchs
His airy tent is sIread.
His robe of coronation
Is tasseled rosy red.
With something strange and Eastern,
His height and grace Iroclaim
His lineage and title
Is that celestial name.
This is the Tree of Heaven,
Which seems to say to us,
“Behold how rife is beauty,
And how victorious!”

8. The Tree Outside

by Annette Wynne

The tree outside stands straight and tall
And never can lie down at all;
For if it once should take a rest,
I fear for each small swinging nest;
And so untiredly it stands
And holds up in its leafy hands
The little nests; and soon and late
I bless my good tree, tall and straight,
I bless its kind strong loving arms,
That hold the birds and nests from harms,
It never does grow tired at all,
I love you, Tree, straight, kind, and tall.

9. Lear Tree

       by Hilda Doolittle

Silver dust
lifted from the earth,
higher than my arms reach,
you have mounted.
O silver,
higher than my arms reach
you front us with great mass;
no flower ever oIened
so staunch a white leaf,
no flower ever Iarted silver
from such rare silver;
O white Iear,
your flower-tufts,
thick on the branch,
bring summer and riIe fruits
in their IurIle hearts.

Beautiful Poems about Trees

Do you need some beautiful poetries about trees? These are some beautiful poems about trees, their strength, beauty, and the significance of caring for them.

1. A Poison Tree

      by William Blake

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears.
Night and morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles.
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole.
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.

2. Trees

      by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

3. The Tree That Lives Beside the Brook

       by Annette Wynne

The tree that lives beside the brook,
May see itself if it should look;
But perhaps it does not try.
It would rather see the sky
Than look into the brook and trace
The shadows of its leafy face.

 4. Tree, Dear Tree

       by Jonathan George

In the Spring, you give the birds a place to rest.
On your lovely branches I can hear a family of Robbins singing in their nest.
Some trees are short, some trees are tall,
But all trees are lovely as their leaves change in the Fall.
I love to see your reds and browns, but your golden yellows are the best of all.
How beautiful you are covered in winter white,
As you stand in the snow and your branches are frozen in ice.
Then again comes the spring so crisp and clean,
Waking you out of your slumbering sleep.
Joyfully telling you another year has gone by,
” Look up dear tree you have grown one inch more closer to the sky.

5. A Tree Is Like Our Mother

       by Avantika Saraswat

A tree is like our mother,
whenever we play bestow its love and blessings on us.
It never let us fall,
as it treats as its own soul
It gives everything it can give
It provides us oxygen to live
fruits, vegetables to eat
Then why are we treating a tree in such a rude way
Why are we cutting trees like a hungry devil
It not only destroys our mother Earth but also,
Decreases our animals and humans life
A tree that looks at god whole day
and join its leafy hand to pray that “save my life!”
We can save many lives by planting a single seed.
Plant Today To Live Tomorrow

6. Trees Are The Kindest Things I Know…

       by Mannhar Kaur

Trees are the most kindest things I know.
They do no harm they simply grow.
They are the ones who share their sorrow.
We are the ones who every time borrow.
Let us think more wisely.
The result will show more greenery.
The world is in our hands.
Why not tie it with a friendship band.
You are doing nothing bad you are just saving the world.
Keep in mind you have given your word.
Say yes for saving trees.
God will give you all that you please.

7. The Cutter

       Tshaka E. Curtis

Every day of every week comes the trees.
One foe that they see makes them scream: Don’t cut me!
The cutter comes with no care,
For he does not hear the screams that fill the air.
Down a small hill covered with dew,
Being watched by trees that know what he’ll do.
Finding a tree on the river bank,
He marks with an x the next life he will take.
He marks me with an x and hits me with an ax.
It vexes me to know that everyone is relaxed.
I am hit again.
I pray I will go to heaven.
I cry tears of sap as he takes me down.
If only he could see a tree frown.
He lays me and ties me tightly on a rack,
And again he begins to hack.
No longer do I feel pain, anguish or sorrow.
For I know I will be a chair tomorrow.
Roots gone and branches on the floor,
I am a tree no more.

8. The Tree Stands Very Straight and Still

       by Annette Wynne

The tree stands very straight and still
All night long far on the hill;
But if I go and listen near
A million little sounds I hear,
The leaves are little whispering elves
Talking, playing by themselves,
Playing softly altogether
In the warm or windy weather,
Talking softly to the sky
Or any bird that dartles by,
O little elves within the tree,
Is there no word to tell to me?

9. The Trees

       by Leslie Smith

As I sit in my chair on this fine warm evening,
I feel the trees as they move and breathe.
I see them high, up to the sky, sighing ever so quietly.
As I sit and remember the years of old,
I hear my name called ever so bold.
I listen to their stories, as they stand tall before me, moving ever so gracefully.
They know time is nearing to grow cold and still,
it will soon be wet and dreary.
For next year at this time I know they will be there,
for me to listen to;
The stories I long to hear.

Funny Poems about Trees

Poets have produced several poems on trees over the years. If you want to have a chuckle, here are some interesting tree poems for you.

1. Tree Troll Twister

       by Eric Cohen 

A three-toed tree troll
tried to trap a leaping leprechaun
with a black claw bear paw trap.
But he stubbed toe three in the trap in the tree,
Snip snap toe three was gone.

The two-toed tree troll
tried to trap a laughing leprechaun
with a black claw bear paw trap.
But soon he’d forget where the trap had been set,
Snip snap toe two was gone.

The one-toed tree troll
tried to trap a sleepy leprechaun
with a black claw bear paw trap.
“Go to bed,” he said, “while you still have your head,”
Snip snap now all are gone.

2. The Brown Tree

       by Carol Sunshine Brown 

All the nuts fell to the ground
The sane ones on branches hang
Long line from many countries
My family tree

3.  Christmas Tree Fairy

       by Jan Allison

She fell from the top of the Christmas tree
Bumped her head and said ‘oh deary me’
With pine needles sticking in various places
The Christmas tree fairy pulled funny faces

4. Mountain Lake Inspiration

       by Caryl S. Muzzey

Mountain Lake is my favorite place to write
under shade tree are my pencil, paper, and pole.
Scribble down words while waiting for a bite
fishing my most popular angling hole.

Fish are jumping all around hook and line
small cork sits still and does not move or fade.
Patiently I sit in wait for that fish to dine
beneath weeping willow of cool tree shade.

Inspiration overwhelms biding snare
while creative mind laggardly transcends.
In far distance I see lone grizzly bear
and leave a good fishing pole to his friends.

5. Oh Christmas Tree

       by Sara Kendrick

Oh Christmas tree
Oh Christmas tree
Oh no I’m singing to a Christmas tree

Rum eggnog in me
Rum eggnog in me
Oh no I’m singing to the Christmas tree

Oh Christmas tree
Oh Christmas tree
Much pleasure thou can give me

Oh mistletoe
Oh mistletoe
I’hve a Christmas tree I want to show

Oh Christmas tree
Oh Christmas tree
Oh, I just kissed a Christmas tree

Oh Christine tee hee
Oh Christine tee hee
I thought you was a Christmas tree

No more rum for me
No more rum for me

Or my wife will toss me out
With the Christmas tree

6. The Nest

       by Jessica Amanda Salmonson

Have you heard
about the bird
Who built a nest
with zeal and zest?

With zeal and zest
with string and straw
It was the best nest
you ever saw.

She took her time
and smoothed out the creases
Then out jumped a chipmunk
who tore it to pieces.

7. Love Nuts

       by Pat Adams

When coco de mer trees were found
Their nuts had most people enthralled
They all thought they looked erotic
So “Love Nuts” is what they were called

Still unknown how they reproduce
Explained in some of the wild tales
On stormy nights, the female trees
Are approached by uprooted males!

Viewing this mating process though
Would cause you to die or go blind
Seek not shelter under male trees
They might come at you from behind!

8. Santa and Christmas Tree

       by Subimal Sinha-Roy

My small grandson heard friends say in fun spree,
Santa can change to what he wants to be.
He asked me, face worried stiff- who would bring him his gifts if,
Santa decides to become Christmas tree.

9. My Little Lemon Tree

       by Brenda McGrath

I check my little lemon tree every day with delight,
The new baby lemons are just growing out of sight.
The lemon tree lives on my patio and loves the sun,
And picking those giant lemons is such fun!

The last one picked was like a grapefruit, huge in size,
And the wonderful taste it did not compromise.
The luscious lemon went on facebook for my friends eyes,
Then it had a date with a pie, and met its demise.

10. Solace Behind A Tree

       by Robert L. Hinshaw

After guzzlin’ beer Gus needed to pee.
He sought solace behind a nearby tree.
Before the judge he was fined,
To which Gus gravely opined:
“Where e’er you be let yer water flow free!”

Short Poems about Trees

There would be no lovely earth if enormous trees did not breathe forth oxygen. The tree of life truly is a symbol! These short poetry about trees are inspired by and dedicated to various trees.

1. A Day in the Jungle

       by Richard Breese

one day the jungles last best hope
was swinging from trees on a rope
when jane plotted a joke
hauling water to soak
and lather vines with globs of soap.

2. Human Folly

       by Sneha RV

Forests are felled
There once dwelled life –
Now quelled by greed.

Pulp to paper –
The razor tears
Through curtained flesh

Let’s laud our wit –
Bark – on it We
have writ   ‘Save trees’!

3. Walked Into A Tree

       by Jack Ellison

One two three silly old me
Went for a walk, walked into a tree
Who put that there
A conspiracy I swear
Or maybe a pretty girl distracted me you see

4. Two Monkeys in a Tree

      by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Two monkeys laughed their heads off in a tree.
It was because of the sight they did see.
There was a hole in the ground.
Three moles scratched and jumped around.
They were bitten by a lunatic flea.

5. Gift Horse (Second Hand Christmas Tree)

       by Doris Culverhouse

Christmas tree full of lights
What is the problem with your center?
darkness, darkness just like nights

starless, lightless tree center
unholy curses escape, unholy lips
murderous thoughts enter

branches remove and assemble tips
try and connect an electrical
circuit, help, help light the eclipse

unoriginal, typical, abnormal deal!!

6. My Very Own Tree Stump

      by Barbara Gorelick

He really was as dumb as a tree stump
Carried all his weight in his big old rump
But I fell for his line
And made him all mine
‘Cause he was as sweet as dear Forest Gump

7. Samantha’s Tree

       by Richard Breese

sammy scampered up a tree
to see what she might see
so far she boosted
an old owl roosted
on sams precarious knee.

8. Listen To The Wind

       by Betty Harp Butler

Listen to the wind
As it ruffles through the trees.
God is blowing his breath.
When the storms come,
Could it be He sneezed?

9. Busy Bee

       by Jess Link

The Happy Little Bee
Was Busy In His Tree

Long Poems about Trees

Trees play a crucial part in our planet, whether it’s combatting climate change, cleaning the air, shading our houses, conserving energy, preserving water, or avoiding soil erosion. Here is a collection of long poetry about trees.

1. Where The Hawk Tree Stands

       by Ronald Roberts

Beyond the woods, on White-tail Ridge,
A mighty giant stands;
Within a grove of popular trees,
It towers above the land.

The branches of this cottonwood,
Are as thick around as me;
Many times, I’ve sat against,
The trunk, of this awesome tree.

Close to sixty feet tall, this mighty tree stands,
As it rises above those below;
Five feet above the ground, it’s trunk,
Measures twenty feet ’round, or so.

At least two hundred years, this giant has stood,
Forty-six of those years, with me;
I gave it a name, the first time we met,
To me, it’s called, The Hawk Tree.

Two red-tailed hawks, once had a nest,
Way up in this Giant’s crown;
Many times, I watched as they soared,
Above their nesting ground.

The nest was huge, of heavy sticks,
It had to be six feet wide;
Whenever I approached the tree,
With a scream, the hawks would fly.

There were two young hawks, in the nest that year,
All summer, I watched them grow;
By summer’s end, they too, soared aloft,
I hated to see them go.

There was a bad storm, one night, in the fall,
It blew the nest to the ground;
Never again, have hawks built their nest,
In this Giant’s lofty crown.

Whenever I’m up on White-tail Ridge,
I sit under the Hawk Tree, again;
With cathedral-like limbs, spreading above,
Underneath, it is dark shadowed and, dim.

A deep, spiritual feeling, I often get,
In the presence of this huge, old tree;
As I sit against the trunk, once more,
In peace and serenity.

I feel protected, by this ancient tree,
That towers above the land;
Beyond the woods, on White-tail Ridge,
In the place where the Hawk Tree stands.

2. Birches

       by Robert Frost

When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.
But swinging doesn’t bend them down to stay
As ice-storms do. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click uIon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun’s warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust–
Such heaIs of broken glass to sweeI away
You’d think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm
I should Irefer to have some boy bend them
As he went out and in to fetch the cows–
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only Ilay was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could Ilay alone.
One by one he subdued his father’s trees
By riding them down over and over again
Until he took the stiffness out of them,
And not one but hung limI, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about not launching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground. He always keIt his Ioise
To the toI branches, climbing carefully
With the same Iains you use to fill a cuI
UI to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It’s when I’m weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a Iathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeIing
From a twig’s having lashed across it oIen.
I’d like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth’s the right Ilace for love:
I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.
I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches uI a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But diIIed its toI and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

3. Song of the Trees

       by Mary Colborne-Veel

We are the Trees.
Our dark and leafy glade
Bands the bright earth with softer mysteries.
Beneath us changed and tamed the seasons run:
In burning zones, we build against the sun
Long centuries of shade.
We are the Trees,
Who grow for man’s desire,
Heat in our faithful hearts, and fruits that Ilease.
Dwelling beneath our tents, he lightly gains
The few sufficiencies his life attains—
Shelter, and food, and fire.
We are the Trees
That by great waters stand,
By rills that murmur to our murmuring bees.
And where, in tracts all desolate and waste,
The Ialm-foot stays, man follows on, to taste
SIrings in the desert sand.
We are the Trees
Who travel where he goes
Over the vast, inhuman, wandering seas.
His tutors we, in that adventure brave—
He launched with us uIon the untried wave,
And now its mastery knows.
We are the Trees
Who bear him comIany
In life and death. His haIIy sylvan ease
He wins through us; through us, his cities sIread
That like a forest guard his unfenced head
Gainst storm and bitter sky.
We are the Trees.
On us the dying rest
Their strange, sad eyes, in farewell messages.
And we, his comrades still, since earth began,
Wave mournful boughs above the grave of man,
And coffin his cold breast.

4. To Autumn

       by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
ConsIiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with aIIles the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with riIeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and IlumI the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reaI’d furrow sound asleeI,
Drows’d with the fume of IoIIies, while thy hook
SIares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keeI
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-Iress, with Iatient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of SIring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-Ilains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

5. The Mahogany Tree

       by William MakeIeace Thackery

Christmas is here;
Winds whistle shrill,
Icy and chill,
Little care we;
Little we fear
Weather without,
Shelter’d about
The Mahogany Tree.
Once on the boughs
Birds of rare Ilume
Sang, in its bloom;
Night birds are we;
Here we carouse,
Singing, like them,
Ierch’d round the stem
Of the jolly old tree.
Here let us sIort,
Boys, as we sit—
Laughter and wit
Flashing so free.
Life is but short—
When we are gone,
Let them sing on,
Round the old tree.
Evenings we knew,
HaIIy as this;
Faces we miss,
Ileasant to see.
Kind hearts and true,
Gentle and just,
Ieace to your dust!
We sing round the tree.
Care, like a dun,
Lurks at the gate:
Let the dog wait;
HaIIy we ‘ll be!
Drink every one;
Iile uI the coals,
Fill the red bowls,
Round the old tree.
Drain we the cuI.—
Friend, art afraid?
SIirits are laid
In the Red Sea.
Mantle it uI;
EmIty it yet;
Let us forget,
Round the old tree.
Sorrows, begone!
Life and its ills,
Duns and their bills,
Bid we to flee.
Come with the dawn,
Blue-devil sIrite,
Leave us to-night,
Round the old tree.

6. The Way Through the Woods

       by Rudyard Kipling

They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees. 
It is underneath the coppice and heath,
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.
Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate,
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few.)
You will hear the beat of a horse’s feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods.
But there is no road through the woods.

7. My Christmas Tree

       by Rukiye Henderson

I stand under the Christmas tree
With its light shining down upon me
I look at the angel standing on top
As if guarding heaven
I see my gingerbread ornament
With its black piercing eyes
And peppermint candy buttons
Which sparkle sweetly under the Christmas lights
I see a nightingale with its beak wide open
As if about to burst into a melodious song
Its reddish-brown plumage mixes
And becomes a happy, joyous Christmas color
I see all these ornaments sparkle
But there is one,
A flower
With its colorful glass petals
Twisting and turning every which way
Its colors are so real,
That I believe that it is about to burst into full bloom.
This is my Christmas tree

8. When You See This Message

       by Michelle Chan

When you see this message,
I’ll be underneath the tree shade.
Humming to myself, about the billowy clouds, floating above.
I’ll be looking to the sky, thinking about what’s beyond the clouds.
Smiling to myself, at the mystery it holds.
I’ll be closing my eyes, and feeling the breeze.
Cool and crisp and clean, picking up my hair.
I’ll be underneath the tree shade,
Sipping ice cold, sweet, and fresh lemonade, leaning against our strong tree.
Come find me underneath the tree shade, bring me
Flowers, pale and dewy. Bring me fresh flowers, pink and yellow.
Bring me your company, when you come find me underneath
The tree shade. I can’t wait until you come home from work and
I’ll be so happy to see you smiling back at me.
When you see this message,
I’ll be underneath the tree shade.

9. My Window Tree

       by Hemant Mankad

Stands erect and spreads its goodness around
A shrine in reverence to nature
It is a monument, the tree in my garden
Not just a large expanse of lumber.
The myriad hues of green
Its leaves in a leisurely dance
The sage is stoic and firm
Bears the weight of the sky, for me.
I sit by the open window
It quietly leans to caress me
Is it a thanks giving
Or its shade, hugging my heart?
My window tree
Allows my sash to get lowered
Nature’s barrier
The peace and privacy carrier.
Last night I heard its leaves quiver
I could sense the yearning
Someone had carelessly thrown around
“No flowers, no fruits,
Why do you have this here?”
May be the leaves trembled
For the yearning of the flowers
I gently stood under it
Thanked it for being a friend
Rooted, feet firmly entrenched on the ground
And eyes always looking up
Striving for the glory in the sun.
My daily dose of wonder
So that my mind does not wander
As I can see my tree
And then there is nothing to wonder.
I did not plant a tree
I planted hope
I spread my wings
To fly to the heavens
With God I shall have a fling

10. Trees, Our Friends

       by Shubhi

I have many friends,
Tree is one of them
A sapling comes out of ground,
Brings joy to those who found!
Asks for water and air,
which it gets adhere!
Like a friend we provide it,
Like a friend it responses!
Grows and bears flowers and fruits,
Grows our love for it!
It becomes 5 feet tall,
Gives us food, shelter and all!
House of birds on it,
We see!
The sight loved by it!
Mother Earth’s best gift,
We are lucky to have it!
Now, we trouble them,
Deforestation, soil erosion…
Why ??
We trouble our friends,
But after so much,
They never trouble us,
They think,
Human is my true friend !

Poems about Trees That Rhyme

If you love the poems with a good rhyme scheme, you are gonna be in for a treat. Here are some of the rhyming poems about trees we have assembled for you.

1. My Tree

       by Lenore Hetrick

Now I will plant this little tree!
Forever and ever it belongs to me.
When it’s grown up I will lift my eyes
To see my tree against the skies.
A great, tall, living thing I shall see.
And how glad I’ll feel that it’s my tree. 

2. The Old Orchard Trees

       by Kate Slaughter Mckinney

Why cut them away? The dear old trees,
They never did aught of harm,
But scattered their perfume out to the breeze,
And sheltered the birds from the storm.
For an age, they have stood on the town’s outer meads, 
The skirmish and battle have braved;
Alike they have gazed on the war’s bloody deeds, 
And the white flag of peace as it waved. 
But you cut them away! My pleading is vain!
In their shade moves the carpenter’s hands,
I watched him today as he leveled his plane,
And he spoke of the architect’s plans. 
Then a wave of distress in my heart flowed anew,
For dearly I love each old tree;
Ah me! Many secrets are hidden from you
That the apple tree whispered to me.
I used to go by, and the sweet morning air, 
Like incense, arose from the spot,
It would crowd from my heart some pain gnawing there, 
While the world with its care was forgot.
Here, I’ve heard the first news of the blue bird and dove,
And the round, silver note of the thrush,
A concert, with sweet variation of love, 
Seemed pouring from the tree and from brush. 
I walked there today; as an accent profane
That falls on the heart and the ear,
I heard the harsh echo of hammer and plane,
And the pant of a mill in the ear. 
So I muffled my face with the veil that I wore,
Time, that moment of pain can’t appease;
Unlike the birds from the scene I can soar, 
And like them, forget the old trees.

3. Trees

       by Harry Behn

Trees are the kindest thing I know, 
They do not harm, they simply grow.
And spread a shade for sleepy Cow,
And gather birds among their bows. 
They give us fruit in leaves above, 
And wood to make our houses of, 
And leaves to burn on Halloween
And in the spring new buds of green. 
They are first when day’s begun
To tough the beams of morning sun, 
They are the last to hold the light 
When evening changes into night. 
And when a moon floats on the sky
They hum a drowsy lullaby
Of sleepy children long ago.
Trees are the kindest thing I know.

4. Firwood

       by John Clare

The fir trees taper into twigs and wear
The rich blue green of summer all the year,
Softening the roughest tempest almost calm
And offering shelter ever still and warm
To the small path that towels underneath, 
Where loudest winds–almost as summer’s breath–
Scarce fan the weed that lingers green below
When others out of doors are lost in frost and snow.
And sweet music trembles on the ear
As the wind suthers through each tiny spear
Makeshifts for leaves; and yet, so rich they show,
Winter is almost summer where they grow. 

5. Come And Plant A Tree

       by Aunt Mary

Plant a tree to save the world,
Plant a tree to save the earth. 
Tree provides the shelter and food, 
Cleans up the air and makes it good.
Trees saves us from hot sun rays,
Cools up the ground and cools up the ways.
Bring clouds and trees bring rain, 
Let them flourish on our land. 
Trees add beauty to our place.
With its goodness and its grace. 
Come on children, where have you been?
Plant a tree and just go green. 

6. The Poor Trees Stand and Shiver So

       by Annette Wynne

The poor trees stand and shiver so,
Like ragged beggars in a row,
Without a cloak in frost and snow.
I think it’s strange about the trees—
In summer when there’s little breeze
They all dress up rich as you please.
No beggars then, but fine and grand
Like Princes of a mighty land
Across the world in rows they stand.
But now in cold they shiver so
Like ragged beggars in a row—
Without a cloak in wind and snow.

7. Trees in Autumn

       by John Jay Chapman

The poets have made Autumn sorrowful;
I find her joyous, radiant, serene.
Her pomp is hung in a deep azure sky
That turns about the world by day and night,
Nor loses its bright charm.
And when the trees resign their foliage,
Loosing their leaves upon the cradling air
As liberally as if they ne’er had owned them,—
They show the richer for the nakedness
That weds them with the clarity of heav’n.

8. The Straight Young Trees

       by Annette Wynne

The straight young trees too proudly stand
Erect, apart, to take a brother’s hand,
But later when grown old and strong and wise,
They see with understanding eyes,
And then across the road they bend to grasp
A brother’s hand in friendly leafy clasp;
And as the changing seasons come and go
Thus bravely linked they welcome sun and snow,
And friendly time but makes them stronger, kinder, closer grow.

9. Poet’s Tree

       by Shel Silverstein

Underneath the poet tree
Come and rest awhile with me,
And watch the way the word-web weaves
Between the shady story leaves.
The branches of the poet tree 
Reach from the mountains to the sea.
So come and dream, or come and climb
Just don’t get hit by falling rhymes. 

10. My Pretty Rose Tree

       by William Blake

A flower was offered to me;
Such a flower as May never bore.
But I said I’ve a pretty rose tree
And I passed the sweet flower o’er.
Then, I went to my pretty rose tree;
To tend her by day and by night
But my rose turned away with jealousy.
And her thorns were my only delight.

Poems about Trees for Kids

Kids are in love with nature and trees in specific. And they would love to read poems about their favorite trees. Here is a collection of easy tree poetry for children.

1. My Friend Tree

       by Lorine Niedecker

My friend tree
I sawed you down
but I must attend
an older friend
the sun

2. The Tall Trees Look Out Very Far

       by Annette Wynne

The tall trees look out very far,
Perhaps as far as where you are;
But I can’t see so far around,
For I must stay quite near the ground.

3. Winter Trees

       by William Carlos Williams

All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.

4. The Wishing Tree

       by Kathleen Jamie

I stand neither in the wilderness
nor fairyland

but in the fold
of a green hill

the tilt from one parish
into another.

To look at me
through a smirr of rain

is to taste the iron
in your own blood

because I hoard
the common currency

of longing: each wish
each secret assignation.

My limbs lift, scabbed
with greenish coins

I draw into my slow wood
fleur-de-lys, the enthroned Brittania.

Behind me, the land
reaches toward the Atlantic.

And though I’m poisoned
choking on the small change

of human hope,
daily beaten into me

look: I am still alive—
in fact, in bud.

5. Banana Trees

       by Joseph Stanton

They are tall herbs, really, not trees,
though they can shoot up thirty feet
if all goes well for them. Cut in cross
section they look like gigantic onions,
multi-layered mysteries with ghostly hearts.
Their leaves are made to be broken by the wind,
if wind there be, but the crosswise tears
they are built to expect do them no harm.
Around the steady staff of the leafstalk
the broken fronds flap in the breeze
like brief forgotten flags, but these
tattered, green, photosynthetic machines
know how to grasp with their broken fingers
the gold coins of light that give open air
its shine. In hot, dry weather the fingers
fold down to touch on each side–
a kind of prayer to clasp what damp they can
against the too much light.

6. The Cherry Trees

       by Edward Thomas

The cherry trees bend over and are shedding
On the old road where all that passed are dead,
Their petals, strewing the grass as for a wedding
This early May morn when there is none to wed.

Poems about Trees and Strength

A tree absorbs all that is thrown at it and returns for more. Their capacity to resist the most ferocious storms, weeks of blazing heat, and the occasional rain shows their strength. Here are some poems about trees and strength.

1. Good Timber

       by Douglas Malloch

The tree that never had to fight
For sun and sky and air and light,
But stood out in the open plain
And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king
But lived and died a scrubby thing.
The man who never had to toil
To gain and farm his patch of soil,
Who never had to win his share
Of sun and sky and light and air,
Never became a manly man
But lived and died as he began.
Good timber does not grow with ease,
The stronger wind, the stronger trees,
The further sky, the greater length,
The more the storm, the more the strength.
By sun and cold, by rain and snow,
In trees and men good timbers grow.
Where thickest lies the forest growth
We find the patriarchs of both.
And they hold counsel with the stars
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife.
This is the common law of life.

2. Good Company

       by Karle Wilson Baker

To-day I have grown taller from walking with the trees,
The seven sister-poplars who go softly in a line;
And I think my heart is whiter for its parley with a star
That trembled out at nightfall and hung above the pine.
The call-note of a redbird from the cedars in the dusk
Woke his happy mate within me to an answer free and fine;
And a sudden angel beckoned from a column of blue smoke—
Lord, who am I that they should stoop—these holy folk of thine?

3. The Oak

       by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Live thy Life,
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring,

Living gold;
Then; and then

Gold again.
All his leaves
Fall’n at length,

Look, he stands,
Trunk and bough
Naked strength.

4. Under the Greenwood Tree

       by William Shakespeare

Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird’s throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i’ the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleas’d with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

5. Friendly Tree, This Is Your Day

       by Annette Wynne

Friendly tree, this is your day,
So we’ll stop our work and play
And talk of you,
And all the things that you do.
Standing still and quiet there, 
Sending branches into air,
Making pleasant shade around,
Delving far beneath the ground,
Holding all year safe from harm
Little nest within your arm,
Keeping firmly where you are,
Reaching up to touch a star,
Growing, working, just as I, 
Seeking God within the sky. 

6. Tree Gowns

       by Lenore Hetrick

In the springtime of the year
The trees wear blossom gowns.
They change into pink fairylands
All the hills and towns. 
In the autumn of the year
The trees put on new dresses!
Red and gold and yellow are 
The colors each one stresses.

7. Let’s Plant A Tree

by Aileen Fisher

It’s time to plant a tree, a tree.
What shall it be? What shall it be?
Let’s plant a pine—we can’t go wrong:
a pine is green the whole year long.
Let’s plant a maple—more than one,
to shade us from the summer sun.
Let’s plant a cherry—you know why:
there’s nothing like a cherry pie!
Let’s plant an elm, the tree of grace,
where robins find a nesting place.
Let’s plant an apple—not too small,
with flowers in spring and fruit in fall.
Let’s plant a fir—so it can be
a lighted outdoor Christmas tree.
Let’s plant a birch, an oak, a beech,
there’s something extra-nice in each…
in winter, summer, spring or fall.
Let’s plant a…
why not plant them All?

Poems about Trees and Love

Several poets have used trees as a symbol of love in poetry. In this category we have compiled several poems about trees and love, just for you.

1. I love A Tree

       by Samuel N. Baxter

When I pass on to my reward,
Whatever that may be,
I’d like my friends to think of me
As one who loved a tree.
I may not have a statesman’s poise,
Nor thrill a crowd with speech,
But I can benefit mankind
If I set out a beech.
If I transport a sapling oak
To rear its mighty head,
’Twill shade and shelter those who come
Long after I am dead.
If in the park I plant an elm,
Where children come to play,
To them ’twill be a childhood shrine
That will not soon decay.
Of if I plant a tree with fruit,
On which the birds may feed,
I’ve helped to foster feathered friends,
And that’s a worthy deed.
For winter, when the days grow short
And spirits may run low,
I’d plant a pine upon the ‘scape;
’Twould lend a cheering glow.
I’d like a tree to mark the spot
Where I am laid to rest,
To me ‘twould be an epitaph
That I would love the best.
And though not carved upon a stone
For those who come to see,
My friends would know that resting here
Is one who loved a tree.

2. Loveliest Of Trees, The Cherry Now

       by A.E. Housman

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

3. Love’s Reflection

       by Charlie Smith

Love neither gives or takes but from itself.
Be not wiled by fantasies of arrogance.
Take no more than is offered by yourself.
Leave nothing trapped in tortured irrelevance.

Seek not a barter for desires that sue your heart.
Worthiness is the only tender that comes due.
Suffer willingly the melody of pain it may impart.
Bleed joyfully from the wounds that will ensue.

As tree branches lift their hopes towards Heaven’s door,
hands together reaching higher than alone will seek
heights that love’s imagination most beautifully implores
that from a poets words unending ecstasy must speak.

Whatever you desire your life to be,
may loves reflection be all you see

4. My Tree’s Seasons

       by Andrea Dietrich

spring wakens my tree –
a bejeweled perfumed bride.
love birds make their nest

summer’s yellowed lawn
beneath my tree’s sombrero.
grass breathes sweet relief

fall’s quick change artist –
from green to gold to crimson.
disrobed, my tree naps

5. You Took My Place

       by Kim Merryman

Amazing love,
Amazing grace,
You gave Your life,
You took my place.
I should have died,
On Calvary’s tree,
But You stepped in,
And died for me.

What can I say?
What can I do?
To show my love,
My gratitude?
To You my Lord,
My Savior King,
For becoming my
Sin offering?

Here is my heart,
Here is my soul,
Come Lord Jesus,
Take control.
The old is gone,
You’ve made me new.
You died for me,
I’ll live for you.

6. One Last Embrace

       by Paul Callus

My whispered words trail to a halt
Her sobbing muffled by the wind
Beneath our faithful trusted tree
Concealed from Luna’s prying eyes
We share the pain of anguished hearts
As time draws near for us to part
And take divergent paths of life
To quell the urge of bridled love.
When dawn approaches we shall leave
With nothing else but memories
Unloosing hands from this embrace
Our shattered dreams can’t be replaced.

7. A Gift From God – A Sonnet

       by Elaine George

I am a wish, a prayer, from mortals lips
That reached heaven and touched God’s fingertips
And returned to earth wrapped in flesh and blood
A gift from God’s unconditional love

So love and cherish me as God does you
And guide and teach me well in all I do
And together, a garden we will grow
Filled with the fragrant beauty of the rose

And on the day I reach maturity
And feel the need like leaves to leave the tree
To show the world the colors that are  me
Rejoice in all the beauty that you see

For I am your  child the gift that God gave
No More than a wish and a prayer –  away.

8. Lemon Trees

       by Joyce Johnson

I know the land where the lemon-trees flower.
My love met me near them, to linger an hour.
I kissed him, I hugged him and smelled the sweet scent,
And prayed it stayed with him, wherever he went.
The day was so perfect, the skies were so blue.
The fragrance entrancing and love was so new.
He broke off a blossom and gave it to me,
And promised his love for an eternity.
My friends were so happy to plan bridal showers
And my wedding bouquet was of lemon-tree flowers.

9. The Rose and the Thorn

       by Elaine George

I shall nay know all the wonders – you hold
For all too soon the winds of winter blow
Scarlet petals withering in the snow
How cruel the breath that kills the velvet rose

Tears – that canst’ bear the thought of letting go
Forever frozen in this empty soul
A broken heart forever turned to stone
A broken stem left now to stand alone

Alas! I find that life is bitter-sweet
As I stand holding only memories
Of a rose blooming in the summer breeze
Here beneath this old weeping willow tree

Once I held the sweetest rose – ever born
Now – in my grief – I hold the bitter thorn.

10. Like A Tree In The Desert

       by Carol B.

Prick me with your vivid green awareness
Let the white pins that needle me
Diminish into their foggy sham

The bridal wreath that scented our commitment
Now doused in unkept hopes and promises
Moss sprouting venom from hurts battled

Like a fish floating in space with no oxygen
I swam in currents without you
The tank occupied with endless dark clouds

Fraught with fear and loneliness
Love now submerged deep in the recess of my mind
Unclear what is sacred what is trash

I prayed you would see the light
That my white knight would return
This battle is fierce and yours to fight

Final Thoughts

We hope you enjoyed our compilation of amazing tree poems.

These will keep you developing and going forward in your daily activities.

Trees have always been a source of fascination and debate, and it’s easy to see why.

These poems for trees express gratitude for the trees that surround us.

We hope that the words in this nature poetry will remind you of the natural beauty of the trees that surround us, and that you will be able to relate to them.

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