Trees Please

I never have met a tree I didn’t like, Including the pear tree that almost killed me, But brittle fruit trees have a contrary side And seem to not mind that they’re losing a limb. ‘One hand, different branch’ I have found a good rule When plumbing their depths for the hidden reward. Oh, trees really served me when I was a boy Good parents that listen so hard to each word You see further when you are perched in their arms Though wind blows, there’s still is a palpable peace It’s not so much that you are closer to God But height does bring safety from those on the ground. It’s not really that it’s a myopic world Folks just don’t look up unless they hear a noise Invisible children can grow in a tree And find their maturity safe in the arms Of child loving giants (whose foliage protects ) The clinging young boy that a street gang has chased. And yes, there were times when a stranger did help It’s scary though when other kids join the pack More safety in adults that dogs of war fear In heat of the moment there’s no time for prayer The knowledge God loves you not comforting fact But trees still are friends you can find anywhere. Brian Johnston April 24, 2015