This page contains short, clear poems about trees for children. They feature birch and oak, pine and maple, apple and cherry trees, as well as fir, rowan, and poplar. Each poem evokes the sounds of the yard and forest: the rustling of leaves, the patter of rain, the creaking of branches. The rhythm is even, the rhymes are clear, and the images are simple: how the trees grow, make noise, and help the birds. You can read them aloud at home, in kindergarten, or on a walk—and immediately imagine what's happening.
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Birch tree by the window
The birch tree waves by the window, The leaves whisper to me. I will say to it: "Hello, spring!" - And smile in the silence.
Guardian oak
A mighty oak stands in the yard, guarding the path in the shade. I press my palm against it—thump, and listen: "Don't make noise." Sparrows on the branches—a whole chorus, the rustling of leaves—a quiet answer. The oak, as if the senior guard here, sways its branches: "Hello!"«
Pine and resin
A tall pine tree stands in the forest, its needles rustling earnestly. The path beneath it is soft and smooth, and smells of pine needles after warm thunderstorms. I'll find my baton, like a conductor, and tap the pine cone near the bark. The pine tree will answer me: "Listen, my friend, the birds build their nests here in the morning." A squirrel hides crackers on a branch, a woodpecker laughs somewhere: "Knock-knock-knock." And I'll whisper: "You, pine tree, look, how the forest preserves both joy and comfort.".
Maple and palms
The maple tree spread its five palms, The leaves are like babies. I will catch a leaf in the path And tell it: "Breathe!"«
Apple tree in the garden
In the garden stands a cheerful apple tree, With a single apple on a branch. I'll come up and, quietly and carefully, Touch it with my hand. A bee buzzes above a white petal, And there's a sweet scent near the porch. The apple tree waves a leaf at me, As if to say, "Don't rush!" I'll wait until the fruit ripens, And gather a basket by the path. Let the apple tree protect the entire yard, Giving us summer, juice, and pies.
Willow by the water
By the river, the willow unbraids its hair, The water beneath it sparkles like glass. I throw a pebble—it creates ripples, And the willow whispers, "Quiet, good." A frog jumps—pop!—and there's no trace left. Dragonflies circle like lights. And the willow keeps shade by the bank, So that the moths don't get baked in the sun.
Christmas tree in winter
A green fir tree stands in the snow, It doesn't freeze even in January. The wind has made a hat for it - it's prickly, But the tree is happy in the yard.
Rowan and birds
A rowan tree holds beads on its branch, its berries blushing in the window. Tits have flocked in—what crafty creatures they are—pecking at each berry. I'll sprinkle them with bread crumbs, and then step back. The rowan tree seems to be asking: "May the sky be kind to birds, brother!"«
Poplar and rain
A tall poplar stands by our wall, its leaves rustling in the wind. When the rain comes to the path, it shakes off the drops like a cheerful guard. I'll go out with an umbrella and walk under the leaves, there the drops tapping on green palms. The poplar sways: "Go ahead, don't stand there, don't be afraid to get your boots a little wet." And after the rain the asphalt glistens, and the warm bench smells of earth. The poplar rustles and whistles softly, as if playing kites.
Cherry blossoms
The cherry tree near the house has blossomed, White rain on the branches. I stand and hear: "Quiet!" - Bees dancing in the petals. Soon there will be sweet cherries, We will cook compote in pots. But for now the cherry tree shines, Like a lantern in white beaks.
Linden and the smell
The linden tree near the school smells of honey, A flock of bumblebees buzz above it. I walk along a familiar path, And the linden tree waves its leaves at me. I inhale – and it’s like sweet tea, And even the day becomes brighter. The linden tree said: «Don’t be bored, I’ll treat you to the warmth of the fields.» My friend and I will sit next to each other on a bench, Listen to the wind rubbing the leaves. And I will quietly say «thank you» to the linden tree, For the fact that summer is alive in the air.
Chestnut and the Hedgehog
There are prickly balls under the chestnut tree, The grass is full of them since morning. I count them – round boxes, Like a little game. Suddenly a ball rolls towards the path, And the hedgehog snorts: "Let it go!" The chestnut tree throws it into his palms, So that he has something to carry the house with. I'll step aside, so as not to disturb, And quietly say: "Good luck!" The chestnut tree will swing its branch, As if whispering: "He's not crying.".
The aspen whispers
The aspen trembles in the wind, the leaves jingle like coins. I listen to this game, and berets flap nearby.
Cedar and cones
A tall cedar grows in the park, Cones lying at its roots. I'll pick them up—heavy, dense—And carry them to my friends. We'll lay them out on the shelf, Smell the pine trail. The cedar nods its needles at us, As if to say, "Hello!"«
Stump and sprout
An old stump stands in a clearing, its circles like a clock. But nearby, a tiny sprout looks up, reaching for the sun without a hint. I admire it, sit down on the grass, and hear the rustling of a bug. The sprout whispers to me: "I'm alive, though small, but very brave, Sasha!" We'll pour a little water from a mug, and gently touch the earth with our fingers. The stump will quietly say: "The path continues," and the sprout will smile in the green ringing.
Trees are not only sources of oxygen and shade, but also friends who are always by our side. They stand tall and proud, their leaves rustling in the wind, and their branches reaching toward the sky. Trees are a symbol of strength, wisdom, and beauty. They inspire creativity and help us connect with nature.