Where no Trees Grow

There are some who can’t wait to go

To a far off planet where trees don’t grow

Perhaps to Mars cooled so long ago

Barren terrain where no rivers flow

Jagged peaks glistening without snow

Seems like a long trip through space // we know

Yet, some still wish for a chance to go

To a far away planet where trees don’t grow

~ No… I think I will stay ~

Where grass grows green under my feet

And the air is breathable and sweet

Buzzing bees and butterflies eat

Oceans blue and gurgling creeks

I will stay here but not repeat

For life on Earth is short and fleet(ing)

So enjoy blue skies as a songbird’s tweet

On this big blue ball that nothing can beat

In this wonderful place where trees grow sweet

Painting: Dwight L. Roth