Tall and Strong: Fun Trees Poems for Kids to Love and Learn

Welcome to our page of tree-themed poems for kids on 1LovePoems! It’s said that books are like forests, but we think trees themselves are pretty great too. From their leaves to their roots, from the shade they provide on warm summer days to the sound of their rustling branches in the wind, there’s just so much to love about these giant woody beings. On this page, you’ll find a range of poems that capture the beauty, strength, and whimsy of trees in all their glory. So whether you’re a budding naturalist, a young poet, or simply someone who can’t resist a good tree pun, we hope you’ll enjoy these arboreal odes. Leaf it to us to provide some tree-mendous entertainment!

Short Poems

1. “The Mighty Oak”
Strong and steadfast, the oak stands tall,
With branches reaching towards the sky,
An emblem of nature’s endless thrall,
A symbol that time will never deny.

2. “The Whispers of the Breeze”
Softly singing through the trees,
The breeze whispers in my ear,
Telling tales of far-off seas,
And worlds that we all hold dear.

3. “The Maple’s Song”
In autumn’s blaze, the maple sings,
A symphony of rust and gold,
Its leaves alit with fiery pings,
A story of seasons retold.

4. “An Evergreen’s Lullaby”
With needles soft and branches wide,
The evergreen whispers through the night,
Its gentle song a soothing tide,
A calming breeze that brings delight.

Medium Poems

The Magic of Trees

Trees hold a magic power
In their leaves and woody tower
Their branches stretched up high
Reaching for the bright blue sky

In the summer they offer shade
A place of rest for any grade
Their beauty lasts for all to see
Providing homes for birds and bees

In the fall they shimmer and glow
Gold and red, their colors show
The leaves afloat on gentle breeze
A wonder seen by all who sees

In the winter they stand so tall
A sight to see, they do not fall
Snowflakes rest upon their limbs
A peaceful world with nature’s hymns

The magic of the trees shall stay
A world of wonder on display
A beauty forever to admire
Beneath these trees, we all aspire

The Tree of Life

A tree of life, a wondrous sight
Providing shade and fruits so bright
Its bark so rough and yet so fair
A symbol of life beyond compare

Its roots stretch deep into the ground
A firm foundation that it’s found
And yet it grows up high and true
A testament of life that’s new

Birds and squirrels make it their home
A place to rest, no longer roam
Ants and worms they do their share
Making soil for life to bear

The leaves that flutter and sway
A world of green in shades of gray
Protect us all from sun and heat
A respite for those on their feet

The tree of life stands strong and free
A symbol of hope for all to see
A treasure for those who dare
To gaze upon its beauty rare

Long Poems

The Mighty Oak Tree

The seedling pokes through the earth,
Tiny, fragile, full of worth,
Years pass by and it grows tall,
Branches reaching, standing tall.

The oak tree is a sight to see,
With leaves so lush and canopy,
The birds call home, the squirrels play,
A sanctuary in every way.

It is a gift to everyone,
Offering shade from the sun,
It wipes away the city noise,
And purifies the air we enjoy.

The mighty oak, a symbol strong,
Of courage, hope, where one belongs,
And when the days are dark and grim,
Its steadfastness brings light within.

So let us care for every tree,
In parks, on streets, and by the sea,
For they give us life and much more,
A connection that we can adore.

The Forest’s Symphony

Deep in the woods, where the tall trees grow,
A symphony plays, soft and slow.
The rustling of leaves, the crunch of twigs,
As animals scurry by, doing their digs.

In the morning light, the forest wakes up,
The sun peeks through the trees, a new day’s cup.
Birds sing their melodies, a chorus so sweet,
A sound so soothing, it’s hard to beat.

As the day goes on, the wind starts to blow,
The forest echoes, a sound that flows.
The rustling leaves, a percussion line,
A harmony of nature, so divine.

Toward evening time, the symphony changes pace,
Crickets start to chirp, taking center stage.
The sound of owls, haunting and deep,
As the forest settles down, ready for sleep.

In the dead of night, the symphony is calm,
A gentle hum, like a mother’s lullaby charm.
Until the sun rises, and the orchestra begins once more,
The forest’s symphony, an unending encore.

So listen close, to the sound of the woods,
And feel the rhythm, of nature’s goods.
A symphony of life, that will never cease,
A masterpiece of creation, a work of peace.