If I loved thee
I would absolutely not like that trumpet creeper
Winds upon but keeps flaunting on your lofty branches
If I loved thee
I would never follow that birdie
Deeply infatuated but repeats monotonous music for this green shade
I wouldn't
Just like that fountainhead
Comforts you perennial coolness
I wouldn't
Just like that cliff
Rises your tallness and sets off your presitige figure
Or even that sunshine
That spring rain
No, not enough from all those above
I should be a kapok
----As a tree I stand there
