Amongst a mighty forest of hunter green A middle aged oak tree grows tall Dreaming the days she’ll be understood Surrounded by judging older trees And think they know it all youngsters She is cheerful sad but happy too Yet not knowing fully why The ragged saplings youth Are almost trapped in their plastic guards Dressed colours rainbow Where as elders look down Knowing things were different day Simpler with less meddling humans Why can nature left to itself Alone youthful optimism among Her mind meanders and twists her branches Pondering silently shadows time As wind tickles leaves dance stretches out listens birds Wishing she could free are