We've Made a Lot of Oxymoronic Promises

We've made a lot of promises. I suspect we've kept many secrets.
I can't say I can really see an albino giraffe standing far away off in the Snowy field's corner though sensing its presence reassures me.
They had been called deluded trees, believing themselves to be human, Standing around, as if waiting in line. Pardon me if I tell the trees other-
Wise. It's better for them to feel okay with their bouffant sallies and
Leopard collars. You know trees move. Entire forests decamp for
Other regions on a regular basis. This has long been standard practice.
I'm a little heartsick in bluish twilight. However, soon I'll raise 
A banner of hope which will hearten the darkest fireless evening.
The boys carved wooden ships, the girls shook out their petticoats.
Not another loggia on fire, oh no, rev up the bucket brigade, you know Everyone loves a good dousing. Everyone but the fire, and the fire
Had promised to love you forever.