by Lucy M. Young
From a tiny seed it grew
Day by day, year by year
Until today it is a lovely tree
Overlooking fields and streams
Houses and streets
Magnificent in its size and graceful shape.
Standing strong and brave against stormy weather
Year after year it stands
Impervious to heat and cold
Putting to shame our petty grumblings
It beautifies bare landscape
Lifting leafy arms in adoration
And gratitude to the power and glory of our Heavenly Father
Maker of all things beautiful
We thank you, Lord, for trees
And the joy and pleasure they bring
To a weary world.
Woodsmoke and Cardamom 