The trees laugh with their leaves as the wind blows , Their silent calm now rustles in happy tones, Some fall to the ground and are carried away with the wind, Following where it leads ,drifting farther until its calm again, What tells the leaves of its travels and stillness in calm, What tell the trees of the bending from storms, What tell they in quiet as nothing moves or bends, What tell the trees,in forests and glens They tell of their patience when all seems too quiet and still, They tell of many from them come others more on every hill, They tell of their bending and will break if they must they will fall, They tell of the smallest and the greatest so tall, The trees have their roots underneath reaching out, Bringing them water and holding fast to the ground, Keeping them sturdy and though hidden in depth, The trees have their strength from their roots and their grip, What do they tell of these trees with their roots and branches held high, What do they tell as they bend towards the sun in the sky, What do they tell what do they teach, God has planted and cared for all of these,and us each,,,
Posted on: Sun, 28 Jul 2013 22:34:10 +0000
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