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.