Have you ever seen a tree?

Seen the soft filtered sunlight and heard the mellow hum of honey bees

In a palms graceful swaying leaves, like mother’s arms when you’re underneath?

Have you seen the grand majesty of a father pine keeping watch, tall and brave?

Smelled his fresh green verdant aftershave as you brush by on your way?

Have you heard the hushed gossip of a poplar grove?

Huddled close together,

Nervous in the weather?

What would they say?

The world is so fast

and has no time for a tree