Good grief but its hot
My leaves are a canopy
For you not me
Where’s mine?
It’s a drag of a life you know
I’m at nature’s whim
And believe me there’s an abundance of them.
There’s the wind,
Blows the life out of me,
Not to mention rudely rips bits off.
Then there’s rain, I’m forever wet,
The cold, a frost does none of us any good.
I see you gather around my trunk,
Impressive isn’t it, taken several hundred years,
Size does matter you know.
I try to interact; I’m pleasant most days
My shade is one way
The other well it’s a tad embarrassing
“Sorry!” I call
As a seed pod lands unceremoniously in your soup,
On your head, opps, didn’t see you there.
I’m always here so it seems,
I see generation’s come and go
My longevity makes me wonder
Why you insist on poisoning my air?
After all if it wasn’t for me
What might you be breathing?
Written for: http://dversepoets.com/2014/05/06/tree-poetry/
Morpethroad 
so true in what they provide…our very life giving air…and yet we pollute it
and pump our chemicals into it…size does matter…smiles…
i want to go see the redwoods some time…the huge ancient trees
Yes I have seen those trees Brian very impressive indeed. To any self respecting tree size makes a difference to withstanding the elements. Thanks for your comment Brian. Have a good evening.
OH my goodness, I love this! What wonderful perspective. You made me smile wide with this little write. Love the quotes. ” OOps…”, “sorry”! lol.
Thank you glad I gave you a giggle. Trees I think have a sense of humour that’s why they hang around so long.
Really good Michael, all though I think some trees are pranksters. Like in the fall, right after you rake all their leaves up and you think they have no more to drop. You turn around and the grass is covered again! I think I hear them chuckle lol
Thank you Jackie, good you hear them too.
Oh – How I love thee – tree! 😉
Thanks RoSy, as do I.
You certainly captured the trees’ perspective with humor, grace, and thoughtfulness – wonderful poem!
Thank you lynndiane I am happy you found it so.
yes – what can we breathe when they’re gone and is there a better place than under a huge tree… we should take better care of them… i like how you made him talk
Thank you Claudia, not only can they talk but they have humour. Sadly man will learn the hard way about caring for their world.
Lovely poem and its time we wake up from our slumber and respect nature.
Thank you vandana and yes it certainly is.
Brilliant!
Thanks Lyn, always a fun task.
Very good poem, Michael. I enjoyed the everyday tone of this tree’s complain. Powerful closing lines.
Thanks Gabriella, I appreciate you stopping by.
Ah you made me smile, I do,love when you give ‘objects’ a personality and voice, you do it so well. Size does matter… snort 😉
Well to a tree it does Jenny. Thank you for your comment.
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Ah this is a fun poem! The tree does have a sense of humor.. you made me chuckle… lovely poem! 🙂
Thank you, you make me happy knowing I made you laugh.
Enjoyed each and every word and the wit 🙂
Thank you Sumana happy you enjoyed it.
You have really got inside the mind of a tree, Michael. Very original presentation. So very true that without trees what would we breathe…..sigh….we need to stop poisoning the air.
Thanks Mary we do need to look after our world or it may well lose it’s sense of humour.
The monologue form works so well here.. and I must say I laughed at the seed-pods.. despite the seriousness of the rest of the poem…
Thanks Bjorn, I did enjoy penning this piece.
Ha, yes, you have it all so right. I love the truth you wove behind the bits of humor.
Thank you Kelly I appreciate your comment.