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