Dialog with a Tree
I will never forget that forest walk
as I skipped down the wooded path that day.
The day that I learned that trees could talk,
when a wise old oak was watching me play.
I looked at the tree and said: “why do you gawk?"
He responded and said: “hello and good day."
My mouth was agape in utter surprise,
I had to exclaim: “I apologize!”
Politely I curtseyed and replied: “excuse me."
“I never have talked to a tree before."
He said: “I’m a friend, you can plainly see,
small creatures and children are whom I adore.”
It felt very strange to talk to a tree.
He must be the forest ambassador.
I looked up at him as I brushed off a curl.
He said: “What is your name dear sweet little girl?"
I blushed at him saying: “My name is Sue;
I am pleased to meet you, sir tree in the wood.”
He replied in kind saying: “How do you do?
I would shake your hand, if only I could”.
He smiled when I said: “may I play with you?”
With a jolly reply he said: “I think you should."
So I hung on his branch and I started to swing.
That day in the forest was so amazing.
Adding your comment:
There is no doubt about that. I used to sit in a tree for hours, dreaming. Once I had fallen from an orange tree and still has a VERY fine line on my right thigh (for the tree had THORNS), which I can see if I stretch my skin. 
I also wrote a story called Viola, about a girl dreaming high up in a tree ...
This poem was simply magical and absolutely beautiful. I love it!
