The Old Tree

Yes, the time is gone when the leaves were bright and strong and the birds would stop and listen to their song.

They just pass by and say, “Poor thing.”

But I have stood for many a year and weathered many a storm

Still, I stood because my roots are strong.

And I believe the Great One, who made me, will lift me up. 

And oh, what joy will last me for ever, in that woodland, with all that have gone before.

From the strong old tree, you may wait a little longer for the leaves to fall and people say,

“Poor thing”

But it isn’t what we look like, or the years that we have spent.

But that we are ready for the harvest.

David Bennett