A Tree - by Carolyn J. Tinkle

There are few greater beauties That one could hope to see Than the silent strong formation Of the old majestic tree. Its strength is in its roots; Its arms reach toward the sky. Its leaves rustle so gently As the soft wind whispers by. It offers shade to those who rest Beneath its spreading boughs; Lovers carve intialed hearts, Exchanging secret vows. Many artists are inspired By beauty they perceive While contemplating nature Beneath its lacy leaves. Birds make homes on sturdy limbs, Protected from the night; Squirrels cavorting round its trunk Give watchers such delight. Children's fantasies expand As they climb up and play; Swings attached to higher limbs Bring joy each autumn day. Its wood is used for shelter, For paper, books, and toys; Another of God's blessings Gives help as well as joy.