Look But Don't Touch Poem by Ima Ryma

We are a bunch of fir trees that
Have taken root along a lake,
Quite a picturesque habitat.
Humans on boat trips to us make.
And of course as humans will do,
Lots of pictures taken of us,
Just here, a guy in his canoe.
As long as there's no mess, no fuss.
We hope the humans come and go,
View us for beauty and not wood.
Humans are choppers, we do know.
We see an axe and that's not good.

We guess we fir trees beckon all,
A kind of coniference call.