The Tree

This poem was written at a time (many times) when I was questioning my beliefs - my version of what my life should be. I took a long walk in the woods near my home and saw this one tree, these words came to me instantly. Maybe not the best, but it helped me sort through things at that time. A tall tree stands in the wood towering over everything it could; its giant size tells the tale of many a year surviving a gale The trees beside it stand in awe of this one so high, avoiding the saw; the shade it provides gives protection for creatures running in every direction Its mighty girth is humbling indeed from starting out as one lonely seed; to grow and grow by Nature's light and reach the heavens, is pure delight O' tree, O' tree with your majestic size tell me the story of how you did rise; I want to know so that I can take that same straight path to Heaven's gate. For "The Tree" contest sponsored by Constance La France. By: George Aul / Written in 2009