This short poem is a companion art entry following the Nov 15, 2008 post “Trees mean more than paper.”
Of all the things this world decrees,
and all the pains’ and sorrows’ plea,
“Why trees?” she asked of thee.
“Prithee share your care for tree.”
Behold, beauty stretched ‘ward sky,
and majesty draped where would I
meet no verde lovelier to eye
than that for which a tree supply.
And purposed its life, filled will be.
Weathering storms for you and me,
Sequestering carbon in the free,
and providing justice in economy.
Tree. Thou need not hug one to agree
“elegance” and “mission” names be.
Threatened. “Action!” is this day’s decree,
lest our world without a tree.
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