He said:
You are a tree
supernature inside nature
utopia in dystopia
Arcadia amidst fire
your core is green, flowing
with life
even if your skin darkens
and cracks
on your paper bark I will write love
poems
even if it blows away in careless winds
with your pine needles I will
create a dress
I will place a tap, at your base
gratefully drawing your rich goodness
out, for all to taste
If they cut you down, I will build
a bridge
If they burn you up, you will have
many children
they cannot stop you
my branch to this world:
you