If I have to be a tree,
to be the vital part of your earth,
I would.
-Em.

* Changed ‘life’ to ‘earth’. Relevant that way.

I love Trees poem by Joyce Kilmer. Hear this:

Trees
Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain. 

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.