The Tree I
pondered the big
tree so tall
and strong
branches spread wide with leaves there
its
on.
Surrounded by many
that bent
with the wind,
willing to give to the pressure therein.
The big
tree's life
was
told in
it's
bark,
revealing the hardships in every mark.
I
could see
had broken early
it
in life,
by the scar near the top revealing the
The
troubles
were many,
it's life
strife.
had been
hard,
but from there
it
grew
straight bearing the
scars.
Toward Heaven it grew, strong and steadfast, yielding no more to the forces that passed. I
pondered the
its
roots were
tree
its
and then
I
knew,
strength in soil pure and
true.
Owen Maupin
