THE TREE

She is but a new seedling so fragile as she grows

 Drinking from the sky and earth  all she will ever need

Amazing it is to watch what time will only show

The splendor that will be birthed from just a tiny seed

The seed a tree now stands beautiful dressed in leaves of green

There for all to gaze upon and truly fearsome to behold

The wind gently sweeping as it passes by sounds heard but never seen

Unmovable she remains in place for the seasons to unfold

Crisp air has brushed against her fulfilling what soon will be a need

Dressed in colors now majestic being swept away by the wind

They will fall in place to cover earth a blanket protecting other seed

Before the snowflake has come it’s tasks now to begin

On the outside she is now barren in no dress is she arrayed

Only empty branches hang against the darkened sky

No one looks at her now for they cannot see the beauty still displayed

But this is only for a time as new seasons again will pass her by

We are like the tree standing strong and proud

Then come the times of trying producing grief and strife

Our life sometimes overshadowed by what seems a dooming cloud

But in the end used to shield and help another life.

Written by Lola Crain