In The Tree’s Defence
From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold
Trees are good at what they do,
at being oak or beech or yew.
They shake their leaves to make a breeze
and pop out blossom for the bees.
In crook of branch they’ll hold a nest
which, birds concur, is for the best.
On rainy days they shield the feller
who’s forgotten his umbrella.
In summer they provide the shade
for picnickers out in the glade.
Inside their sturdy hearts of wood
trees are simply doing good.