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I’m born from seed within the earth,
That’s watered by the sky;
And once the sun bathed me with heat,
Lo! I’m a seedling made.
I drink by roots that prop like feet,
And breathe through leafy pores;
I cook my food in green ‘kitchens’;
God’s love helps me to grow.
And I can feel like any man;
I give all - breeze and shade;
I give myself to men and beasts;
Why then, they destroy me?
May be, like men I can’t reason,
But I can never sin;
I am a dumb creature of God;
A soul, He never gave!
But I don’t fight and I can’t kill,
And I don’t steal, tell lies;
I do my duty as God bids;
I’ll praise Him on ‘LAST DAY’!
Copyright by Dr John Celes
12-25-2004
Dr John Celes
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Raul Castelan
(6/23/2007 9:16:00 PM) |
Who really knows what things that don't have souls feel like, but you really captured me here. I now wonder what other things in nature feel like. CAPTIVATING PIECE OF WORK! ! !
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Rajeswari A V
(8/28/2006 6:52:00 AM) |
This is an innocent poem. It seemed to me as if the baby plant was talking to me.
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Dan Tharp
(5/11/2006 9:03:00 PM) |
yes... they do praise God!
dan
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Joyce Chelmo
(4/19/2006 11:12:00 AM) |
I've been accused of loving trees more than people... I absolutely love
this poem.
Joyce
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Duncan Wyllie
(4/7/2006 4:03:00 AM) |
What a wonderful poem, the way that you have used the expressions in this is
brilliant.For each there is a purpose.
You are very tallented, love Duncan
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Theresa Rayman
(4/3/2006 2:16:00 PM) |
What a clever verse! I myself am passionate about green growing things (I work in the gardening field) . I think trees are an example of God's most magnificent work.
I think this is exactly what they might say if they could.
Nice work!
Blessings! -TGR(Theresa)
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Sandra Fowler
(1/12/2006 1:26:00 PM) |
This is a charming poem. it flows with music as well as meaning.Trees bring pleasure to the eyes and comfort for the soul..
Regards,
Sandra Fowler
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