Sonnet 27

A million leaves began my musing
beside the wind-felt weeping willow,
my hair disheveled and amusing,
her branches beautifully billowed.
Would she like a few green braids?
Onyx likes being sprayed with perfume.
Marlena, prefers her collar handmade,
purrs wearing my bracelet around the room.
Audacious philosophers long believed
animals possess no soul or cognition.
Their opinion about sensing trees?
Nonsense! - unknowing of their condition.
I think trees, like people, are capable of
sensations, intuition, communion and love.