Trees Being Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Trees standing gracefully in line along curbs and streets
in life, often wondering if they have thoughts or ideas
like we humans do.

Spreading their beauty through branches and leaves, sway-
ing peacefully in gentle breezes and being thrust about
during storms.

Being watered and nurtured through rainfall when it does
happen upon them, bathing right there out in the open for
all to see.

Never seeming to be embarrassed at all, just being what
God meant them to be, strong, sturdy and rooted in the
earth for all to see during their lifetimes.