My daughter has written a poem, but it's in desperate need of a title. She'd love for you to suggest one!
Weeping Willow, with your boughs so low,
Sweeping brown leaves to and fro.
Gentle drops of dew fall like tears
As you mourn for those that you held dear.
The Rowan tree, with her limbs of grace;
The solid Oak, was a steady brace;
The heroic Pine, held a spiky mace;
And the dainty Maple, with leaves like lace.