Oh see it with me !
Mountains blue, misty, or rosy,
sunsets red and gold and pink,
forests green, tall trees reaching up
into blue blue never ending skies.
But wait–there’s more than that–
there’s beauty in a friendly smile,
a caring touch,
a wrinkled face and snowy hair,
a little child with trusting eyes,
a table set with thanks and love,
or a baby’s coo.
And oh ! There’s beauty in
in deep emotions spilled on paper,
in marvelous music that moves to tears,
and in your face as
you look at me with love.
This poem I wrote because of memories of a special cherry tree that I loved to climb and sit hidden among it’s leafy branches when I was a child.
first my shiny green leaves fell off
and I felt naked
snow fell and I shivered
in the cold and wind.
but the snow melted and I felt the sun again
soon the man who planted me
came with shears and saw
to cut off some of my branches
I looked down one day
and saw small green shoots
they grew longer and
I felt encouraged
the man brought his children
to see my new growth
he told them to watch and one day
I would wear a lovely white gown
the sun came more often to
warm my branches and
encourage my tiny buds to open
until I was covered in blooms
the children came and marveled
at my beauty once again
they climbed into my welcoming arms
and I was renewed in the circle of life.