Five for the Forest 

poems to share with young explorers


Forest Walk

I’m practicing my





see-all, know-all

float-like fog, 



forest walk.

No one will know I’m coming.

No one will know when I’m gone.

by Kristine O’Connell George


To All the Children

To all the children

To the children who swim beneath

The waves of the sea, to those who live in

The soils of the Earth, to the children of the flowers

In the meadows and the trees of the forest,


To all those children who roam over the land

And the winged ones who fly with the winds,

To the human children too, that all the children

May go together into the future in the full

Diversity of their regional communities.

by Thomas Berry



Trees just stand around all day and sun themselves and rest.

They never walk or run away and surely that is best.

For otherwise how would a squirrel or robin find its nest?

by Aileen Fisher



Trees are the kindest things I know, 

they do no harm, they simply grow

And spread a shade for sleepy cows,

and gather birds among their bows.

They give us fruit in leaves above,

and wood to make our houses of,

And leaves to burn on Halloween,

and in the Spring new buds of green.

They are first when day's begun             

To tough the beams of morning sun,

They are the last to hold the light         

When evening changes into night.

And when a moon floats on the sky        

They hum a drowsy lullaby of sleepy children long ago…

Trees are the kindest things I know.         

by Harry Behn


Windy Tree

Think of the muscles

a tall tree grows

in its leg, in its foot,

in its wide-spread toes -

not to tip over

and fall on its nose

when a wild wind hustles

and tussels and blows.

by Aileen Fisher