The Wheeze Trees Poem by Richard D Remler

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Nobody knows why...
It is a mystery,
Indeed ~
How they know
How to grow
From such an odd
Little seed.

How they shoot
From a sprout
And get
So very tall.
Oh, not a
Soul knows.
Nobody
At all.

But they do,
And they do,
When they grow.
And they know
As they spread
Out each root,
And then grow,
Grow,
And grow!
So wide,
And so tall,
And so very high!
So high
They play tag
With a very high sky.

And then they blossom
With flowers
Of red, green and blue.
With petals bright
As the poppy,
And hollyhock too!
And they reach
Out their branches,
And fill them
With leaves.
And then they do
An odd something
Nobody believes!

They sneeze
And they sneeze
And they whisper achoo!
They cough
And they wheeze
All the winter time through.

For though they love
Spring time,
And Summer time too,
Autumn and Winter
Make them all
Go achoo!

Oh, I do not know why.
For I haven't a clue,
Why the Wheeze Trees
Like these trees
Like to achoo!

Maybe it's just something
That they like to do?


Copyright © MMXIIRichard D. Remler


**A Children's Tale**