Unorthodox affection

I was a tree big n fat, but I would never move.
A squirrel came by my hat,  and tickled my every groove.
She swung and clung my twig to twig,  and held me by my fruit,
she pulled my leaf and my fig, she knew me deep till root.

I was a tree dull and dark, my leaves do show my gloom.
I have a thick and shameful bark, I lost my live to bloom.
She never knew where she crept, it was the deepest trunk.
And there in my tender she slept, into her own dream she sunk.

My heart was  moist and soft,  that one different night.
She was in her fair aloft, with her bunny and the knight.
The way she moved her paw in me,  scrat off the older bark,
I knew how young I soon to be, my stems were no more dark.

I shed my leaves flowered in azure, I waited for her to wake,
she woke up and smiled at pure, like a heavenly make.
Stepped out and stared back, I stood still and numb,
in her deep eyes I could not crack, my image looked so dumb.

So she stood and tickled again,  jumped my twig and twig,
she didn't wander off in vain, but loved my tangy fig.
I stared still dumb and mute, she danced in a joy,
in me was playing the happy flute, and she was just a toy.

She was dull deep inside, her nature was to jump and slide.
My mute song never could play, in the tune in which her song lay.