Humility
As I walk to the library in the morning,
I pass trees still bare in the winter gloom.
As they hold out their arms to the heavens
I can feel they are longing for renewal soon.
They stand still, and silent, and waiting
and whisper in hope as the breezes blow
They are broken, devoid of all their gaiety
And each bends to hide his battered soul.
O trees, I wish that I could tell you
You are as lovely now as you will ever be then
In your barrenness and brokenness
You are beautiful, beautiful to me.
When one day, you burst in colour joyful
And you fling your tresses out and sing
Just remember you were once a broken,
a beautiful, sad and lonesome lovely thing.
I pass trees still bare in the winter gloom.
As they hold out their arms to the heavens
I can feel they are longing for renewal soon.
They stand still, and silent, and waiting
and whisper in hope as the breezes blow
They are broken, devoid of all their gaiety
And each bends to hide his battered soul.
O trees, I wish that I could tell you
You are as lovely now as you will ever be then
In your barrenness and brokenness
You are beautiful, beautiful to me.
When one day, you burst in colour joyful
And you fling your tresses out and sing
Just remember you were once a broken,
a beautiful, sad and lonesome lovely thing.
1 Comments:
That was so beautiful. Trees are my favourite things.
I was exceptionally upset today to hear that in the recent storms on the UK, we've lost around 1/2 million trees. Never again to sing. It brings tears to the eyes. :'(
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Orbling, at 3:50 am
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