Earth Brothers

My brothers are much older than me They're always teaching me how to live, Like brother deer, and bird, and tree And the bees, who teach me to forgive. We take brother bees food but that's fine He just makes more, being able to share, He never wastes a moment to whine But constantly hums his silent prayer. Brother deer comes and goes like a ghost Constantly in tune with one another, Never disturbing anyone, never a boast Or a complaint, he's my humble brother. Brother bird older still fills the skies In his faith he depends on God daily, For every food and shelter, then flies To God's feet singing his praise gaily! Brother tree the oldest doesn't bother To worry, and in total faith stands steadfast, Lifting his arms in praise of Father Who supplies all, his faith is unsurpassed! I am the youngest brother of Mother Earth But if I had to choose another one to be, I'd choose the one that showed the most worth So, I think that I would choose to be a tree! Timothy I. Brumley