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
“I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree” – Joyce Kilmer
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Thoughts...exploding in my head 