The Seasons of Trees
Trees grow tall.
They’re all around.
They hold up the sky.
They go deep in the ground.
They reach out in winter
when it’s dark and it’s cold.
And while we are sleeping,
the new leaves unfold.
Trees remain faithful
when we feel afraid.
They welcome and shelter us
under their shade.
We come there in springtime
to play and to rest.
And birds come to sing there
and sometimes to nest.
In summer, trees shimmer
and in breezes, they sway.
And though the leaves grow there,
we know they won’t stay.
For when the wind whispers,
and a chill fills the air,
the leaves begin falling,
and the trees become bare.
Winter approaches
as autumn goes by,
but the trees reach out proudly,
and they hold up the sky.
They’re all around.
They hold up the sky.
They go deep in the ground.
They reach out in winter
when it’s dark and it’s cold.
And while we are sleeping,
the new leaves unfold.
Trees remain faithful
when we feel afraid.
They welcome and shelter us
under their shade.
We come there in springtime
to play and to rest.
And birds come to sing there
and sometimes to nest.
In summer, trees shimmer
and in breezes, they sway.
And though the leaves grow there,
we know they won’t stay.
For when the wind whispers,
and a chill fills the air,
the leaves begin falling,
and the trees become bare.
Winter approaches
as autumn goes by,
but the trees reach out proudly,
and they hold up the sky.
This poem is copyright (©) Alan M Sugar 2026
About the Writer
Alan M Sugar
Alan shares his poetry in Decatur, Georgia where he currently resides. Now retired from teaching special needs children in the public schools of Atlanta, he works as a writing tutor at Perimeter College of Georgia State University. Alan writes many poems, and you can find some of them in the Atlanta Review, The Jewish Literary Journal, The Lyric, The Ekphrastic Review, The Awakenings Review, RFD and … the Dirigible Balloon.
