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
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
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! ! !
This is an innocent poem. It seemed to me as if the baby plant was talking to me.
I've been accused of loving trees more than people... I absolutely love this poem. Joyce
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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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)