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