Trees and Me

If a tree could be me and I the tree,
it would be fun to feel
wet droplets race
during rain down my whole body,
trickle themselves freely
through my veined waiting limbs,
and between hairy toes    
lace my roots with ionised water
which greedily cell-sucked 
turns to breath-fluid 
for food distribution everywhere.

Distilled by digestive insideness,       
ambrosial nectared,
and filtered with sun-power it would
feel good were I a tree 
to ooze life-juice refined by osmosis
that climb-assisted finds  
each branching off-shoot to ply
with green energy a  myriad leaves
which oxygen-filled
can then waft life-food to humans. 

If a tree could be me it would
see the travesty of culling its value.    
by axe and pollution.

When trees disappear through greed 
their loss spares no dearth
which trees and me agree will leave
airless our vibrant earth.