Where There Is LOVE There Is A Way

The trees stand tall, full of arboreal ardor.    
They are the epitome of pent up passion, urgent arousal.  
Oh the manly firmness of each erect trunk,    
There is an unmistakable phallic aspect to the forest.    
     
Carrying themselves with soldierly rectitude,    
The robust trees portray a mighty army of male potency.    
     
If the Earth, represented by the forests,      
plays the male role,    
Who then is the female love object?    
     
As the male is associated with firmness,    
So too the female is synonymous with heat.    
     
Look up into the sky!        
What shining and burning beauty is this?    
It is the noonday sun! In all its glory!    
     
Oh, feel on your skin the orgasm-like heat.    
With heat and light the sun feminizes the skies.    
Yes, the whole heaven becomes a Woman!    
A damsel dressed in airy blueness.    
 
Except that her prized possession,      
Her inexhaustable heat source,  
The glorious sun,is uncovered,    
For all to witness with bedazzled wonderment.    
     
But what hope is there for these would-be lovers,
The Earth suitor and the Sky goddess?    
For the distance between them is hopelessly immense.    
     
Where there is a will, there is a way? No!    
Where there is LOVE, there is a way!    
Oh God, let it be so!    
     
Suddenly, as if in response to heartfelt prayer,    
Birds take to the air from the branches    
Of every tree in every forest everywhere!    
Rising into the air with one accord,    
Like a great ejaculatory spasm,    
Except it's in the form of birds
instead of sperm cells.

They fly toward the sun as if on a holy mission    
To consummate this male-female relationship!    
     
Who knew that even the Sky and Earth    
Could thus endorse heterosexuality?
There's a lot of wisdom to be found in Nature,
After all it's been around for billions of years.
We would do well to learn from it's example
And imitate it.