Poet Tree

Ever look at wood
And think how it could
Grow from earth
To be so much for us:
Be our shade,
Bare our fruit,
Give us warmth,
Provide us shelter,
Clean our air, Let us
Swing from limb,
Carve initials in
And best of all

We fell to tell
Thoughts we spell:
Trees
To wood
To papyrus
For millennium could