This "International Day for Biological Diversity," I'd like to pay tribute (:>) to that concrete pine tree at the top of Session Road in Baguio City which was built in place of the real one over a decade ago (see Vincent Cabreza's article on this @ Inquirer.net; for a couple of photos and some comments, go to phototecture).
A (Pine) Tree
(with profuse apologies to Alfred Joyce Kilmer and/or his descendants)
I think that I shall never see
A poem as concrete as a tree.
A tree whose mangled mouth is set
Against iron bars and cement;
A tree that can't see God all day,
And too petrified to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of soot and smog in her plastic hair;
Upon whose bosom Christmas lights lay;
Who can't be intimate with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only politicians make concrete trees.