(I’m not entirely sure when I started writing this poem; it might have been in the 1990s when I was at university, or possibly even earlier. I did enter it in a poetry contest on the theme of nature in around 2014, and it got a runner up prize. Which was nice.)
A breeze blows through the trees; The broad beams of their bodies Sway gently. Tall and noble they stand, A triumph nature planned; Proud pillars of life. I breath in what they breath out, Their sap-filled scent is all about; Inhale and exhale. By their shadows I'm enshrouded, And their peaceful presences surrounded; Calm and serene. When darkness comes, they do not mind, Through the gloom their forms I find, Skyward pointing. Torn up, cut down, poisoned, destroyed, Yet by these abuses they're not annoyed; Patience they have. Mankind's iron in time shall rust, His cities all decay to dust, Oak and birch grow where they please; Victory to trees!