If I Were A Tree

If I were a tree, which would I be

The smallest or tallest in the forest

An evergreen swaying in the breeze

Reaching higher than any other

The solid oak, broad and full of hope

Its grainy core drives an artist to soar

A home that builds a home

Where love is nested, through time tested

That thick pine, that points to star a line

When a moment of birth, shook the earth

To a drummers hum, “rumpa-pum-pum”

“oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree”

Cherry blossoms flourish then vanish

Birch intoxicates a summer burn

Fast as a blink, the crave returns quick

For here comes autumn, leaves have fallen

If I were a tree, which would I be

The maple that stands proud and humble

Rooted deep enough, takes the rough stuff

A symbol of a place that roots my space

Limbs gently wave over lovers names engraved

I had a dream that I became a tree

It took years to grow until the truth comes to know

Plump and full knowledge, time comes to pay homage

β€œI think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree” – Joyce Kilmer


The Almighty Tree

Melting in a pot, the heat below, burning hot
Scooped up in batches, poured into a mold, it catches
The shape of its future, being a butcher

The earth absorbs what life drops, because life never stops
A new bud will sprout and carry about breathing life in and out
To fill the globe with air so that life can repair

The damage done by giving steel an edge to be swung
Swinging with might to pave the way for hunters of prey
An ode to thee, the axe, in praise of, The Almighty Tree

Thank you Mister Tree, for all you have given me
You provide the foundation from the ground up in elation
You reach to the sky’s as you grow, so do, mans eyes
The shade that covers from leafy greens, grace of a maiden made
The beauty of a tree, her limbs and shapely branches we see
What a picture perfect moment, when a tree sways her scent
You bare fruit, succulent in clusters of colours
You are the glory on earth, mans ultimate guardian from birth
The symbol of life that paints a family tree of husband and wife
Leaving behind a legacy as time moves on, in its destiny
The cold hard steel is used to build the futures wheel
In praise to thee, The Almighty Tree