Champagne, Darling?

Let's have a dialogue
is what I said to the tree
but the tree just shook its leaves at me
so I brushed off my foliage
but as I turned away
I worried someone would come
chop that tree down
and turn him into lumber
Suddenly I was so concerned
about what would become of him
At best he would become a dance floor
or a piece of firewood in winter
but what if he was just left
in some yard somewhere
and was never weather-proofed
How would he ever hold a champagne flute
or have a conversation with me?