To An Oak ~

I can't write as Kilmer, you see 
Yet, I adore you, lovely tree _
Your graceful curtsies in the breeze 
As you converse with other trees _
The season's altering of your dress 
Your firm and sober steadiness _
While anchored on your lonely hill 
I admire you there so still _

You seem contented there and too 
Romance just seems to come to you _
I wander 'round just here and there 
You never travel anywhere _
You never leave your habitat 
Yet, you have seen things I have not _

I so often wish I knew 
How life there is liked by you _
If it is like it seems to be 
Even though I may be free _
I'm so often not content 
        Ah, restless me _
I sometimes wish I were a tree!

("Trees" by Joyce Kilmer is the  inspiration
  for this poem.)