Tree

Magnificent.
Beautiful.
Unique.

You can not move,
but sway in place.
You can not talk,
but to your own.
But you can feel,
and see,
and love.

So, I ask,
Why are you
cut down
or burned
or poisoned?

Why, oh tree,
are you not loved?
Seen?
Felt?

You deserve the same,
oh Tree of mine.
So I shall love
and see,
and feel
Your bark
and branches high.
Your leaves
and your sweet fruit.

Giving.
Wonderful.
Peaceful.