Trees Scream!

Trees Scream!
Quizmo LaGrande

A carefree ribbon of highway goes
Beyond the realm of civil prose
And turns into the rural groves
Adorned less by social bows.

My god! A tree in nature’s dream
That succumbs to grand of summers’ green,
Springs’ blossoms pink, and winters’ mean,
Autumns’ wildfire schemes!

A ride upon a twisting path
Lacing through recall and wrath
Of the beauty breeding arbors sashed
With ribbons of the past.

“Let me grow! Don’t prune me so!
I’m here to shade and cool, and lo,
Protect you from a lightning blow,
My roots will hold in flooding tow!

“I house the birds, and hive the bees;
Process air for you to breathe!
Grant paper, on which you earn degrees.
Furnish home, you claim as your marquis!

“I am worthy of your parking strip
Although my roots will sometime slip
And grow a bit above and trip
An insurance happy, clumsy snip

“Who only thinks of trees as woe,
A leaf to rake before he mows,
A sap that mars the precious glow
Of paint upon his man-made go.

“Walk, my friend, and smell the rose
And honeysuckle vine that grows,
And feast your eyes on stately rows
Of shady oaks and elms that know

“We are the life and limb of man!
Who cannot seem to understand
How much of us that he demands!
Trees… the bark and leaf of GRAND!”