Monday, August 11, 2014

Of trees and life’s cycle


And bad verse

A seed
A sapling
A tree

Water, sun and wind
You survived them all
And grew tall

Animal, plant and man
You offered shelter
And still stood solid

An old tree,
Loss of strength
A violent storm
You fell

Discovered,
Your wood still useable
Lovingly carved

You became a bench
Still serving
Though “dead”
Still deserving

May we all be as useful!