a tree is planted
humble and graceful
it stands,
boughs stretch
upwards as
roots grasp
earth’s rich, dark soil
the eternal foothold
that breathes new life
awakening buds blossom
eager to bask beneath
sunlight’s warm rays
and misty morning showers
slender limbs unfold
into nature’s sanctuary
where squirrels scurry
and bird’s nest among
weathered, weeping arches
canopies tower
rendering shadows
of shaded refuge,
while leaves dance
wistfully overhead
and gentle rustlings
caress my skin
as I glance
upwards amid
majesty and wonder
overflowing
from The Maker’s hand