Sunday, March 6, 2011

The Graceful Old Tree

Dearest Tree, Old Friend,

I finally found time to shed a tear for you this morning

How I have loved you, and have been warmed

Inspired, by your beauty

Your branches, like a swirl of lace

Swept upward into the moonlit sky

As they also drew one's glance

Towards the beauty of the sunrise

You are still a home for small creatures

The birds still love to sing in your branches

The squirrels still play in you

And other creatures look to you for refuge

Though storms have caused some

Of your branches to fall, You are still here

As you have been for many years

Though we do not know

How much longer we will know your graceful Beauty