It's filled up with children in sun or in rain.
A playground unlike any other I know,
But one of our favourites, we often must go.
So what is this place, I hear you exclai
"A forest of trees" the children proclaim.
That's it you enquire, that cannot be all
But up in the branches our kids have a ball.
The wondrous thing is it takes no expense
It's free I confirm, won't cost you a cent
So on a tight budget it won't make a dent
and if you're the same, then you know that it's true
that climbing a tree, just as high as you could
the best thing in the world, far better than good
So take your kids there and embrace a fine tree
I'll end this short poem, I won't be a pest
But nature for playing, is often the best