From Mustard Seed Did Grow
I saw a little tree today,
from mustard tree did grow.
For when i was but a toddler,
I stood three feet below.
And by the little tree today,
two squirrels chasing tails.
And as I stepped by closer, they
ran up it's wooden scales.
Above the little tree today,
a large bright feathered bird.
With wingspan of a tennis court,
colour of lemon curd.
Inside the little tree today,
natures cooing owl.
Napping in its small hidey hole,
till it's time to prowl.
inscribed upon the tree, I see,
from many moons ago.
Initials of my first sweetheart,
my wife, my loving doe.
I will not see this tree again,
as death's dark crow is near.
So lay I do beside the tree,
till heaven's hand appears.
04.03.2021
Copyright © Charlotte Watkins | Year Posted 2021
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