How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth of your roots
and breadth and height your branches reach, nearly out of sight.
I love thee to the level of every day's need for clean air or the sun's filtered light.
I love thee freely as squirrels scamper up your trunk, skyward bound.
I love thee purely as your helicopters twirl to the ground.
I love thee with a passion I use
to jump in your largest piles of fall leaves.
I love thee when your buds tell me it's looking like spring.
I love thee for your refuge on summer's hottest day.
And for your leaves in the wind, in grace and harmony they sway.
I love thee for the acorns you drop so low.
And I even love thee in winter
when your bare bones are covered in snow.