“Like A Tree”
(Ephesians 4: 11-16)
In the quietness of my final years
I planted a tree, to watch it grow.
A tiny Birch sapling
I’d planted, now some thirty years ago.
It stands in its mature, majestic splendor
Just outside my window large.
Its part of what I’ve nurtured and cared for
That stands tall and green, in my front yard.
So beautiful throughout every season
Stands this treasure of beauty called a tree.
It stands here now as a reminder
That only God could have made this tree for me.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
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Oh, a beautiful ode to a lovely Birch! My favorite tree! I wish I had one in my yard. Perhaps it is time to plant one in the Spring? Your poem is a lovely inspiration! Thank-you!