Two Poets Meet Collaboration

What do you see when you see trees? My eyes travel each trunk and branch. With feathered leaves in blowing breeze till the chipper comes with a cranch! Your details shine with luminescence - I eschew detail for the essence. In trees, I just see nature's grace - ' Tis beautiful, like your face! And then a breath of sweet surcease as he offered a glance her way – love and roses budding Roses die and love will end, so who'll cut the string whereon I suspend? When a poet puppet dies, it's a smorgasbord for the flies. I heard that death was coming to you from the silence right out of the blue. From whence this sound had come I wondered? A strange comment from out of the blue. I turned and saw the apparition. Why does death come right out of the blue? Then I saw upon its face a smile so frightening right out of the blue! Its jarring humor not surprising. Its dark soul came from out of the blue. Ah, I think that I finally see - Your attention to features and finesse Sets apart your exquisite poetry, Such is your eloquent loveliness. I hope to aspire to the lofty summit, Choosing words to embellish and describe. No more, to bland language will I plummet - From a fountain of words, I will imbibe. Intoxicated in language, enchanting, Expressing every charming nuance, Exactly rhyming, evading slanting, Shall we wax in an enthralling séance? Now I have been enlightened, let us spin A verbal tapestry - can we begin? We could just call the whole thing off, as we each grab beers for a quaff. You say potato. I say tomato. Is it really worth our scoff? Ah, beers, is an idea I can accept - At drinking, not poetry, I'm more adept. After all this rhyming, I've had enough, But I think now I'll need some stouter stuff!