Silent Mutations

I thought that I would never see
My DNA inside a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is mine
Hidden genes that tow the line;
A tree that looks with my own eyes,
And lifts my leafy arms - SURPRISE!;
The Me-Tree that does like to wear
A gel of nests up in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
But I don't have breasts - Hey, don't complain!.
The DNA of fools like me,
Can now be hidden in a tree.

(Apologies to Joyce Kilmer)