Trees

Trees

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Sample Usage:

• When seeking to purchase in the ghetto: "Hey yo, where da trees at?"
  
• When with friends: "Wanna smoke some trees?"
  
• And I found this ripe example at urbandictionary.com: "Yo, i caught my dad smokin trres the other day and i told him if he really wanted to get high to let me roll a dutch of my trees."

(All content hereafter added 12.04)

2. Earning 15 points in dominos (New knowledge courtesy of, again, urbandictionary.com).

3. I also feel this is an appropro time to mention that although urbandictionary.com had this additional information about dominos first, comparatively the site is not as flexibly tree structured as e2 is, and it's definitely not nearly as cool or have as intelligent a populace. Sure, it's got related links in a corner, and voting and whatnot, but sometimes, if I close my eyes while I'm node-surfing here, I almost feel like I've climbed high up into this tree of everything, tangled in branches of knowledge and ticked by leaves of love and... sorry. The objective part of this writeup ended at the end of point number 2. :)

Trees

Shine green
Bright green
My eyes grow big so that I can take it all in
The light stings my wet eyes
But yet I do not look away
The rain makes the tree heavy
The branches sweep my head
They drop small raindrops on my rain soaked hair

They look surreal in the murky fog that surrounds the buildings
Their trunks are a deep black from the rain
Their leaves shine brilliant shades of green

The garden is lined with these trees
All sizes and colours

One green

One red

One yellow

I wish I could paint so that I could capture the brilliance of the scene
Words alone cannot do it justice
Perhaps not even a picture could capture the feeling that the trees give this day
I could look up every word to describe beauty and yet the phrases would lack the smell of the water drenched trees
You wouldn't be able to feel the rain fall on your eyelashes
I've given up on words to describe what I feel.

I wish you could see it
I wish sometimes I could show people what Its like to look through my eyes
Maybe then they could understand me a little bit better

Trees are pointy and fit in the ground.

Trees make paper, but not by choice.

Trees are unique in their ability to turn dirt into wood.

Trees are good for the environment, which doesn't mean anything.

Trees are nude and can have sex without touching, or even flirting.

Trees harbour many interesting forms of life, such as wasps, fungi, parasitic bromeliads of the subfamily Tillandsioideae, wayward children, and drop-bears.

Money does not grow on trees, but apples do, and you can sell them. Bark doesn't fetch much.

The Nias people of Northern Sumatra believed that dead trees turned into evil spirits, which was half their problem.

Trees sound like Cheese. Do not accept an invitation to a Wine and Trees night, lest grave disappointment ensue.

Trees make splendid friends and furniture.

Grass is small, mutant trees.

Shrubs are just small trees.

Trees are profoundly embarrassed by topiary.