Poems are made by fools like me but only God can make a tree. --Joyce Kilmer

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Trees

With hide tougher than an elephant’s
They stand as silent sentinels
Framing the sky
Cleansing the air
Cooling the ground
Shading you and me
From the heat of the day.
Majestic specimens of life
Never complaining even
When carved into building
Planks to shine once again
As buttresses against the
Wind and rain or as
Elegant flooring or
Magnificent carvings
Reminding us of our skills
And showing it in ornate
Craftsmanship.
Providing homes for birds
And squirrels and denizens
Of the deep.
Climatologists know their
Worth in the grand scheme
Of life and death and
Rebirth.
Some stand for thousands
Of years as timeless protectors
Of life as we know it.
But do we know or
Even suspect that every one
Is a tribute to us—
To life liberty
And the pursuit of happiness?
Poets and the more kindly
Among us also have a
Connection that tells them
With certainty that
Deep within their
Cores lies more than
An inner beauty.
Listen and you will
Sense it also—
Are they our equals in
Body mind and soul?