The Tree
The tree with branches reaching towards the sky,
Beautiful to view and I say why.
Spring the branches are bare,
Their stature tall and rare.
Leaves are sprouting in spring,
Green and the leaves unfold slowly the spring wing.
Their might be blossoms on the tree,
The view is free and beautiful to see.
What a beautiful sign of spring,
Blossoms galore and nature's ring.
The tree is an immortal friend from God,
From here to there and trod.
The tree , a friend to neighboring trees,
What did you find in the tree, a hive of bees.
Trees are a mystery as they unfold,
Their beauty wins solid gold.
Author:Gwen von Erlach Schutz
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