Trees Are Our Real Friends

TREES ARE OUR REAL FRIENDS I like trees. They are patient friends. They Don’t move suddenly away From lifelong neighbours born here. And don’t apply for jobs in California. They stick with their peers all their life long Have deep roots, preferably strong. They welcome sun-weary people aching And don’t complain if their fruit is taken They truly must have patient belief : To tolerate the cowardly yellow leaf Which abandons them in the fall. And then to cap it all They must train a new set of green recruits Each spring from the twigs to the roots. And what’s more, they don’t condemn Or kick at dogs peeing on them, Don’t yell at kids carving their initial, And they just look so sacrificial If they are chopped down. Let us have a lot more trees And let it happen soon, oh please !