I like their simplicity
The wind - their flexibility
Their life rings - older than
We

I like the way their made -
Give me shade
They never complain -
Even when it rains

They give their love
In timber and
Wood
I protest using a saw or

Hammer -
Guess I must be
A tree
Hugger!

Epilogue:

One day -
The great sublime
I'll rest in my box-sized
Pine