Sometimes red, never blue.
At nights I hear the owl coo.
I hold the marks of love
labeled right above
a shaky heart and arrow.
But my bottom can be narrow.
I breath life.
I steal kites.
I hold bugs.
I get hugs.
I am the symbol of clean;
pure, happy and green.
I hold the birds that sing,
I am so many beautiful things.
But at the end of the day all I will ever be
is the same old simple tree.
