Every season has its own beauty but to me the stoic yet amazing constant in all seasons is the tree. Today I wrote a poem in honor of the beauty of a tree. Hope you enjoy.
Oh, To Be A Tree
Oh, to be a tree, sometimes I wish I was thee
Especially this time of year, when the sky is not clear
Oh, to be a tree, it would be great to be thee
In the long winters keep, all you would do is sleep
Oh, to be a tree, that’d be the life for me
When weather begins to warm, the bees begin to swarm
Oh to be a tree, the honey would drip from thee
With your leaves so green, and the birds sit to preen
Oh to be a tree, the beauty you would see
As your leaves grow thick, the shade is the trick
Oh to be a tree, the laugher just for thee
Of children come to play, making joy of the day
Oh, to be a tree, sometimes I wish I was thee
Then the leaves turn brown, as they fall to the ground
Oh, to be a tree, the beautiful colors you would be
When the snow starts to fall, go and sleep for us all
Oh, to be a tree, how magnificent that would be.
Anita Neal
And as a reminder that I always close with, never forget the beauty of Kindness, in all seasons of life.

One of the things I have enjoyed most since moving to the Midwest – the changing of seasons. So much beauty in each one. 😊
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Indeed
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A beautiful poem.
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Thanks
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You’re welcome Anita
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