I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as one about a tree.
Whose branches cause breezes to sing a rustling tune,
Whose shady ways give birth to the earthy mushroom,
Whose limbs are sanctuary to an entire menagerie,
Freely offered, trees give us the very air that we breathe.
Whose twigs make regal entry to the next of a nation,
And who afforded Rip Van Winkle his long, leafy ovation,
The cardinal proudly crowns the tree Her Royal Majesty,
As legions of loyal acorns fall to kneel at her feet.
Whose diary hides little secrets inside a tough bark,
Like the silent circles marking time within her heart.
Whose canopy cover makes the sun so less tedious,
Sometimes I think that trees are the only real genius!
margaret carlisle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trees-with-apologies-to-joyce-kilmer/
