Do trees ever get sad?
There was once an Oak that stood tall
Beneath her branches there sat a Dryad
She wondered if the Oak knew when it would fall

Death seemed so all consuming
Inevitable
Even with spring all around blooming
Equitable

Her blood sprinkled the ground
Hurting
Her life a constant merry-go-round
Disconcerting

Do trees favor?
There was once an Oak that stood strong
The tree was her savior
Beneath the branches would be her swan song

Everything would meet its end
Cyclical
Alone she didn’t have to fend
Paralytical

She hugged the ol’ Oak
Comfort
Love is what she would stoke
Triumphant

Do trees ever cry?
There was once an Oak that stood broad
A storm came to transmogrify
The pair would be adored