I think that I shall never see
A woman lovely as a tree.

A tree with curvy, supple limbs
Against which other beauty dims;

A tree that dance in the breeze
with leaves that tickle like a tease;

A tree, aglow in naked splendor
Awaiting me to love it tender;

A tree with a majestic bole
Adorned with a convenient hole.

A fool can love a woman, see,
But it takes man to love a tree.

(See ''Trees'' by Joyce Kilmer.)