The Fence Made Out of Trees...

The roads I traveled with trees,
They number in dozens not in threes,
Rain or shine they are good to see,
Trees everywhere that's how it should be!

The row of trees I see in this land,
I took a shot with an outstretched hand,
Trees growing in mud, dirt, or sand,
Intrusion of men they all have withstand!

What is it in a tree that I see,
Do you also see it or is it just me,
A tree can't walk but it is totally free,
Not binded by gold no need for a degree!

Bear with me as I make a demand,
Or may I say just a helping hand,
You, me, and we let's all make a stand,
Plant trees to cover anew our land!

By Ompong