This is currently a work-in-progress. Started as a free-association exercise in my British Literature class, came out as this:
Trees,
How tall and green you are!
How spooky and mysterious you seem...
I long to live beneath your limbs and leaves,
To use your fallen comrades to make my home,
To hear you sway in the wind deep at night.
How mighty and majestic are your ways.
You start as a few cells,
As tiny as an acorn,
Yet you grow taller than anything else...
Your life isn't lived in vain.
You provide housing for the squirrels,
The bears,
The birds.
You provide food for the animals of the forest.
And when you fall,
You provide nutrition for the mushrooms
And insects that crawl.
Oh, the sound you make when your life
Comes to an end
And you again meet the cold, hard ground...
(Tolkien)
