While strolling on a trail, I overheard
a toddler girl declare she loved a tree,
and I was moved to witness what occurred:
she wrapped her arms around it lovingly.
She stared in admiration from its base
toward its lofty and resplendent crown,
with innocent devotion on her face,
exclaiming then, “I want to chop it down!”
Enchantment shattered into sudden shock:
what kind of love was this that she professed?
Then understanding struck me like a rock:
she wished to take it home as love possessed.
Instead, she embraced until the time to go,
leaving a tree she loved where it can grow.
Mario A. Pita