girls are beautiful like trees. 

heads pointed at the sky, stretched wide into the clouds. 

eternal and shadowed, 

i like to sit beneath beautiful girls.

i like to bask in their shade, no sunlight illuminates my shape. 

some beautiful girls forget that they will live on through me. 

and i want to grasp these girls, 

fold into them, 

climb their trunks and sit atop their bows.

chain myself to the bottom so when they come to cut them down to size,

they take me with them. 

i whisper to these girls,

"the sunlight, the dusk and the rain,

my beautiful girls, 

you will live wonderfully and forever. 

you might be beautiful in all forms you take, 

but if you are not, 

do not forget that your roots meld with mine. your roots meld with us.

the world is yours"