Treasure Island

Marilyn Lott

(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

Trees Reflect Memories


Trees sprout from a tiny seed
Grow majestic to see
Whether an oak or a maple
Or a China Berry tree

Trees bring back memories
Plucked from the past
They are one thing we count on
A strength that will last

Trees build family history
Folks often reflect
On a tree in the family yard
They will never forget

“I climbed that tree as a kid”
We’ve heard that remark
A part of the past
That brings back a spark

Trees reflect seasons
They open the door
For spring time blossoms
And so much more

In summer there is fruit
That sprouts from a bloom
Fall brings more colors
To brighten the gloom

They are stately with beauty
Magnificent to see
I thank God for His choice
To give us the tree!

Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2007
Edited: Saturday, February 26, 2011
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