Pooa-Tree!

Poems are not such a bad thing you know. Especially when they rhyme.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
-- Joyce Kilmer
OR
I think that I shall never see a billboard lovely as a tree. Perhaps, unless the billboards fall, I'll never see a tree at all.
Ogden Nash
More relevant for these terrible tree cutting times. Why all the love for poyetree? 'Cause my neighbours are looking to chop away that very thing i love about my terrace, my favourite tree. This morning as i perambulated on my very shady terrace, with my cuppa tea (yes, yes, I'm very cool)...i was overcome by sorrow. To think i will now have to contend with burning UV radiation every morning as i contemplate yoga (and then decide to not do it after all) , tragic!
Every April, this tree (i don't know the name and species) fills the floor of my terrace with beautiful yellow flowers, that make a soft and rather cruel carpet beneath your feet. To think i cannot gleefully jump on those flowers and crush them anymore breaks my heart! My neighbours are real idiots..in these times of global warming, when the opportunity to sneakily crush flowers are so rare anyway..why would anyone want to chop away something?
Love thy neighbour, it seems, it's like schmoozing with Satan. Huh.