Small, medium, large.
We are 3 brothers in the earth.

Tallest is the thinnest, thought most poetic and trusting - I will offer shade where it is needed.
Smallest is most worried, but also most simple. What have he, save a head and arm of leaves? Little more, but a burning desire to love. Which it is said, he cannot do.
And the Medium, would be the common. Protecting and strong. He gives soil and courage to the tall, and holds the small one when times call for it. Although the small would seem to trust wholly in the tall.

Our tales are large, our tales are magnificent, but a cloud is moving over out heads. It seems to bring rain, but who knows? It would nourish us all the same.
Bugs fly about, we pay them little mind. They visit within our arms.

The tallest has least, what the medium has most. The smallest has as he can, but it is not much when compared. We 3 trees shall stand tall and long, and until our final day has come, we offer shade no matter how thin it may be, no matter how lareg it may be, no matter how unknown it may be.

We are 3 brothers in the earth, and the earth is within us.