Blessed Are the Trees
Blessed Are The Trees.
God made trees,
the oak,
willow and
birch.
They house his small creatures and build him a church.
A dogwood,
a maple,
or a prickly old pine,
some trees can grow fruit like small clementines.
A chipmunk,
a gecko,
or even a sloth, can find a safe home in a high tree loft.
And so can birds that sometimes eat bugs,
like crickets,
and beetles,
or even a slug.
Your blocks, your table, and even your chair,
all came from a tree that was planted somewhere.
A branch to climb on,
a nice place to rest,
a tree can hide a robin's nest.
So plant a young tree, hug an old tree and pray in its shade.
Just thank God for that tree and all the trees that he made.
Copyright © Marikate Kingston | Year Posted 2021
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