Of Trees and Men

by Doug Brewer

I think that I shall never see,
A poem as lovely as a tree.
And yet when in my heart I reach,
It cries there's much more to teach.
For lofty and noble are the trees,
And lofty and noble are philosophies.
But somewhere in the Eternal Plan,
Is there no place designed for Man?
Whom God created with mercy mild,
In His own image, His earthly child?
"Above the animals and the plant?
That's heretical!" come the chants.
"Let's close the forests, cap the mines,
Away with cattle among the pines!
Keep out the scouts and those who would bike.
The aged, the weak or too busy to hike.
Wilderness call it, the term has glamour.
Close more and more off!", echoes the clamor!
But on cutting, even the trees call out:
Foolish man, he'll cut himself out!
Interesting if a tree could talk,
Perhaps man, it's poem would mock:
"I think that God did never plan,
Any creature greater than man!"
For even tree, what value be it--
If Alas! There is no poet to see it.

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