Tree

Look at the tree, Such a majestic piece of nature. A glorious insight into God's creation; What a lovely sight. Its strength, The hope, just a sapling. The light it brings to the world. The representation of growth and endurance, Through the drought, it deepened its roots. The trial prepared it for a hurricane... Look at the tree, It has hope, Its given up its blossoms. And still holds beauty and strength, It continues to grow, Though it is slow, it is surviving, It has dealt with much but still gives fruit to the world... Providing for the many at the expense of itself, Little by little.... Look at the tree, It is brittle, thin, Withering away, its only goal is to hold on. It dies as it tries to give fruit, fruit that no one can use, It cannot provide for the world anymore. What will it do? Its reason for it thinning and sheading its layers, freezing in the winter, crying silently as it looses the few leaves it could grow. Wishing for pollen, or help of some kind... Look at where the old tree once grew, It did not survive, In the world it wished to thrive. The soil doesn't miss it, It took what little nutrients it could get, Barely holding on. Growing for the sake of a world that is no longer there, Wanting to take care, To help. To love, And never give up! It was truly beautiful when it died, you could see all the damage that it took, and its resilience...