Trees

Trees Some trees are twisted, some wind blown Tied in knots, grown in stone Some mere limbs without a leaf Some majestic beyond belief Some are grown on mountain tops Some trees grow amidst our crops Some are dainty little things Some are massive, count their rings Some are covered green with moss Some so crowded you’ll get lost Some trees guard a desert plain Some trees line a Lovers Lane Some of them are rife with fruit Some of them just massive root Some of them are naught but trunk Some smell sweet, some smell skunk Some trees give off festive hues Some trees just obstruct our views Some trees shelter countless lives Some trees are well worth the drives Some trees limbs bow down to earth Some trees soar for all their worth Some give shelter, some give shade All the trees our good God made And best of all if you ask me Is God’s gift of my family tree If you like me applaud God’s gift Perhaps a prayer you should uplift For every trunk and every limb Would be for naught if not for Him