Author Jonathan Chaves A tiny little pine tree, still shorter than the fence,every branch, every leaf bearing the bitter cold.Now is the best time to see it, with your headat a comfortable angle:one day, it will pierce the sky,and you'll have to strain your neck! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments