The Tree

WE OFTEN HEAR, “HOW DO YOU DEFINE LOVE?”
I have one—I’ve drawn it from up above.
“Love is a tree!”—oh so incomparably,
finding out what’s love, it fits to a T.

OH, HOW IT WORKS HARD TO BEAR LUSCIOUS FRUITS
as food for man, wildlife—whatever suit.
How it struggles to spread its canopy
to give shelter to lovers and weary.

HOW IT STRIVES FOR YEARS TO BUILD ITS BODY
for makers of homes, tables, or any.
How it toils to produce shapes and colors
to lend the streets and landscapes a glamour.

AH, WHAT CAN MATCH THE HEALTH AND CURE IT GAVE;
sans it, countless lives could not have been saved.
And see how man’s greed is causing pollution;
still, it’s it that will do the absorption.

OH, IF YOU’RE HURTING, SIT UNDER A TREE—
its unseen and gentle hands shall soothe thee.
Or if problems are clouding up your sight—
its spirit shall dwell to provide you light.

LIKE A GOOD FELLOW TO HIS KITH AND KIN,
it buffers us from the storm’s raging wind.
Oh, without it, where shall the birds gather—
no sweet birds’ songs to make our dreams wander.

TO THOSE NAUSEATED BY CITY SMELL,
it scents up souls without a parallel.
To those being crazed by galling noises,
it fronts itself to the grating pulses.

WILL BROOKS AND STREAMS YET BE BRIGHTLY FLOWING,
without stopping the runoff it’s doing?
Will parks and playgrounds yet be inviting,
without the coolness of ambiance it brings?

INDEED, A TREE IS BUILT TO LOVE ONLY—
only in sharing you’ll find it happy.
It’s the only living thing without self—
all its parts meant for other’s joy and help.

TREES ARE SO GREAT IN THEIR LOVE FOR THE WORLD,
I won’t be surprised if we ask our Lord:
“Oh, God, how much do you really love us?”
He’ll point to any one tree before us!

Amen!

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