To Kill A Tree

By Boo and Me (Rybby) and the dog makes three

"To make paper you must kill a tree.
What words could merit such a death?
Songs of love,"To be or not to be"
should steal not life, but merely breath.

Though breath is life, whose life’s more dear
poet’s word or whispering leaf?
Purpose holds a place we must revere
for all who love must too know grief.

Forest floors are thick with end design
and man makes use of what he can.
Trees and words with labor we combine
for death is not some noxious plan.

Since God loves life, but poets lie
to feed a worm a man must die."

This was a partner poem; what a wonderful dancer is the fish!