Ruled by Trees

I beheld the quaking aspen, shaking and gold I quaked in resonance with the breeze If you're young inside, you never get cold Its recriminations that make your spirit freeze I wept beneath the weeping willow It felt like the right place to cry Under its cascades I found a pillow Had a sad feeling, didn't know why. When autumn colored I found a burning bush Its red leaves engrossed my mind I was aimless; needed a push A small voice told me which path to find. The wind sounded eerie through the screaming tree I thought of ghosts, and the sum of all fears I looked for clues at the canopy I learned life was not as it appears They laugh when I followed the cedar and oak then turn around to tie their ship to any fad To be swayed by trees may be a joke But following herd river is just as bad. I'll take a subliminal hint from every tree Can you trace your worldview from what planted the seed? I'll go with botany, to some degree You can go with the river; I'll go with this creed.