Look, See
Look under the trees
Cones of all sizes, see
They are unique
Spare time favorites to seek.
You’ll see lots of new scenery
With beautiful greenery
Ready to start the oils
To shine like the foils.
Of course you spy on the nest
And see them all at rest
Do they have a little crest
The red spot gives it zest.
Fluttering in the fountain
They started as a little one
And like parents have flown.
Now they look grown.