Birds singing hymns in trees
Butterfly wings flapping in the breeze
Sheer wings like nylon threads flying here and there
Fluttering rhythmically through weightless air
Trees stood strong through the years
Silently they shed many tears
Protection and shield from harm
They held steadfast through thunderous storms
Shade, warmth, and shelter they give
Beauty abound, they help us live
Branches reach, twist, and bend
Who knows where they begin or end
Moss covers their heavy trunks
Deeply in earth they have sunk
Frigid cold winds blow
Power and strength they forever show
Roots sturdy beneath ground
Listen to the trumpets sound
In praise of trees
Cool gentle breeze
ŠJuly 24, 2010 Janet Irene Griffin
Some trees are compasses, and some are flags. If a flag tells you where you are, a compass can potentially tell you how to get there or how to find someplace else.
