Sometimes tall and big,
Sometimes very small.
You don't grow treats like apples or figs,
But to some you're the best of them all.
Your pointy needles are a hatred to some,
But to most they are a wonder.
Strong against all who come,
Holding against the roaring thunder.
On the outside you may seem prickly,
But you inside is very tricky.
Your sweet and sappy,
And make others happy.
Your courageous and loyal,
All through your roots and into your soil.
Oh how wonderful you are to me,
The tall, majestic pine tree!