The Superlative of Lyricism

Apr 14, 2010

The Nourishing Tree

The newly risen sun rays fell upon a valley so pristine
Making dewdrops glisten on the grass so evergreen.
A songbird greets the morning with a joyous heartfelt tune.
The brilliant flowers wake and each present their bloom.
Nestled in this luscious life is a youthful, vibrant tree.
Though surrounded by this Eden, she found herself lonely.
Her fruit was in abundance and her leaves so full and bright,
She wanted to share her harvest and bring others delight.

As if the heavens listened, the glen was filled with laughter.
Two children danced about with their father chasing after.
The three wearied quickly from the heat the sun had made
Delightedly She called them near, so pleased to give them shade.
The children expressed hunger to their empty handed dad
She eagerly fed them all the fruit she had.

Dusk settled on the valley, chilling the gentle breeze.
She offered them her branches, “Take as many as you please”
The father cut them one by one and built a glowing fire.
The children nestled near it, listening to the insect choir.
While the little ones warmed themselves the dad set out to see
If he could build a home with the remainder of the tree.
The father was successful and called the children near
The tree now sheltered all that She held dear

The fire burned to embers, all were sound asleep
In the silence of the night the tree began to weep
For gone were the days of blossoms and bees.
Gone were the hours of leisure and ease.


John 15:13
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.

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