Tree Hunt

Up in the mountains
Where the strong winds blow,
Trees permanently bent
And cling on tight as they grow.
I went there a wanderin'
On a bonsai tree search
And found in surprise,
A white laced silver birch.
I teased the soil gently
From the crack in the rock,
Pulled off a boot
Put the tree in my sock.
I should have, but didn't
Thank nature, our sister,
And payed the price,
On my ankle, a blister.
So always remember
To act with respect,
Because nature can punish,
If it's her, you neglect.