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.