by Marocharim

I think that I shall never witness,
a poem as lovely as that chenes.

A chenes whose hungry mouth is prest,
at dahil doon merong nag-text.

A chenes that makes-okray all day,
and lifts its arms there or ditey.

A chenes that may in Summer wear,
kung anuman nandyan siya ay kever.

Upon whose chestness snow has lain,
but haggardo versoza ang drama again.

Poems are made by a FAMAS Best Actress,
but kinareer ko na ang poem about chenes.

* – from Joyce Kilmer’s “Trees”