I cry for the forests about us that are devoured by flames and disease. What would we be without trees?

Tree--branches, limbs, quaking--
you've never failed me yet.
You've hovered o'er me with glorious shade.
Beneath your vast spread, I've laid
listening to your leaves sing in my head:
"Let pure joy and love ring."
Tree, there's no mistaking,
you've lost a lot of soul, bark,
but you're more than simply sap.
Together we've shared hopes and dreams,
our memories are bound in large reams
thoughout lengthy, bountiful springs.
You can't yield to the passage of time;
my heart is yours, yours is mine.
There's more living for us to do, we two
and I need your strength to see me through.
You're knotty, definitely witty . . .
we've whispered and shared jokes quite funny.
I've no one to stand up to me but you.
Tree, remain truly evergreen,
share my life with wisdom unseen,
and shelter me . . . for infinity.