The Tree

As I lie here leisurely, dreaming...

Under a spreading green tree,

I wonder when God created it

If He knew all the things it would be?

Like a place of refuge

On a hot summer day?

A favorite spot for

Children at their play?

A favorite perch

For our fine feathered friends

To chip and sing

And strike up a band.

The old rope swing...

Where we soared so high

We felt with certainty

That man could fly!

A blazing canvas of color

When Autumn says begin;

An instrument of haunting music

When winter winds blow in.

So many wonderful things...

No end to what it can be..

God's creation,

The beautiful tree.

Sarah Hampton