Lament to My Big Stik 60

I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the Earth's sweet flowing breast

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms  _for_  prey

A tree that lifts her arms to the sky
To grab my plane as it flew by

A tree that did in Summer wear
A Big Stik 60 in her hair

A tree was cut during the rain,
Fell into another to add to the pain

A tree shared wood for the repair 
And 2 weeks later, it was back in the air

If planes are flown by fools like me,
I think that I’ll shall always see
My plane more lovely than a tree….. 

Author Unknown