O! my green fantasy world

'My Tree-Wonderland' I hold so dear

Each evergreen has a story of its own

Not an eye has met this emerald tone.

My trees sway while they author the firmament

Their core is an artful ink chamber

The nibs sew a compendium of chronicles

Gather o! Nations and drown in this verdant.

Blue heavens I see in my magical vision

Metamorphosing into a magnificent book

Content deep-rooted to convince my soul

Every page a narrative of actuality untold.

I read of timbers yearning to live

I study of shrubs learning to thrive

When the wind kisses the greens of tall;

I puruse their prayer to endure it all .

As leaves murmur I read some more

Trees scribble the blue dome with abhor:

'This concrete jungle is a monstrous den

O! child of man,can't you see what you've done?

The ecosystem is marred, do you care to read?

Our blood on your hands, how much more do you need?

Blood will have blood: some trees record

Some note forgiveness in quest of solace

Some trees list of their ecosystem bearings

And some are reminiscent of their seedling stories.

My vision then leaps into a happier green

Conifers are writing how they'd break free

No fear of the axe swinging at their trunk

'Freedom to flourish' their caption I read.

Every stroke you'll see

Disposing sempiternal cheer

If all trees were pens; this world would be 10X better.