I Love Trees!
I use to love climbing trees,
tried planting as many as I could
(making my parents furious as I did);
I use to talk to them
(no they did not talk back,
but wished they did).
Love smelling the air that they gave,
or just lying up against one
in the spring, summer, or fall,
while the world just slipped past by.
Hid in behind the bushes, using a tree's
shade as cover, while the world was busy,
I was playing with my friends,
oak, ash, beech, magnolian, and birch.
During the winter, when they sleeping in
cold breezes, white powedered pillows and blankets,
I made sure I kept them company, by placing
my hand on their trunks saying
"if you're still here, I'll still be here."
