Time to hug a tree

Spring and summers bounty
Carved notches of the girls Iv'e mounted  
    
For in that arboretum  I have laid  
And courted many a fair young maid  
   
Laid a trail to my egos hide  
For the bramble and wild rose  
   
And taste the sweet dew that falls  
The ruptured hymen of first intercourse  
   
The fungi spore it grows  
Its mushroom head in the night and dawn  
   
My loins will emulate that rise  
and keep those maids well satisfied  
   
Saplings bend and blow around  
my hardwood penis and its sap will give no ground  
   
Come the seasons restlessness  
A climate where a change is felt  
      
Strength within a living fortress  
The kiss of death, chainsaws teeth relentless  
    
Rainfall. the apathy that sucks  
When its lungs are squeezed and crushed  
   
A virgin left with a burning sore  
The  canopy we cant restore  
   
Its heart savaged and then raped  
The hand of man with a wooden stake  
   
The blot of ink upon the page  
She still beneath me in her place