Nut Tree

Small, brown, hard, round,

The nut is lying underground.

Now a shoot begins to show.

Now the shoot begins to grow.

Tall, taller, tall as can be,

The shoot is growing into a tree.

And branches grow and stretch and spread,

With twigs and leaves above your head.

And on a windy autumn day,

The nut tree bends, the branches sway.

The leaves fly off and whirl around,

And nuts go tumbling to the ground.

Small, brown, hard, round . . .