The beauty of trees

Flowers blooming during spring
The smell of them always calling
To sit under its cover and breathe free
I don’t think I’ll ever see anything
As lovely and divine as a tree

They ingest every trace of carbon
Despite man’s acts so reckless and wanton
They dance to the rhythm of the wind
Their whistling playing tunes for the mind
And before I know its already three

Oh, the marvel of their infinite good
Barks and leaves our ailments to soothe
We cut up the trunk for our shelters’ wood
Their fruit every season for beast and man’s food
If I was to be anything else, it would be a tree.