Comments about Brian King
Ode To A Tree
The unkept beauty of a tree, you.
Brings much joy to me.
Thy bark is brown, with leaves of green.
With colors richer than the sky's blue.
Thy perfection is easy to see.
When you are the only thing I on which I can lean.
Nature is the sanctuary of trees, you.
Your friends are almost as divine.
Your compatriots make the boundless woods.
The man will cut down a friend, who?
The chainsaw did shine, horribly shine.
There are coulds, shoulds, woulds.
Are you an angel or a temptress
With no ready flaw?
You watch me live, eat, sleep.
You rule me ...