When Wood Weeps

When I was a human minor

I fell in love with a tall tree

It was the only tree around

On the small cabin-like subplot

I would hug it good morning tree

Before I finally named it

Jupiter like the big planet

I loved Jupiter with my heart

However little it still was

My parents were often perplexed

Why would little M love a tree

But I did yes love Jupiter

Not at all the gassy planet

When I grew up towards the sky

I climbed on Jupiter and laughed

Feeling that it could now hold me

As I hugged all the big branches

I kissed some of the leaves hello

And goodbye when we left for good

I never knew of any wood

I am sure that it weeps with me

Every time a tree is cut down

and killed ...

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I actually wept when I typed the final three lines. Dedicated to every tree still standing proud and unafraid of the dying of the light.