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
Artwork
by Franklin Beebe
