The Tree - Poem by George Aul
A tall tree stands in the wood,
towering over everything it could,
its giant size tells the tale,
of many a year surviving a gale.
The trees beside it stand in awe-
of this one so high, avoiding the saw;
the shade it provides gives protection,
for creatures running in every direction.
Its mighty girth is humbling indeed,
from starting out as one lonely seed,
to grow and grow by Nature's light,
and reach the heavens-is pure delight.
Oh tree! Oh tree, with your majestic size,
tell me the story of how you did rise,
I want to know so that I can take,
that same straight path to Heaven's gate.
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