This I wrote this morning, about the tree outside, in the backyard,
A Tree and Me
Have you ever seen a tree cry?
Tears as sweet as they fall
No one knows this kind of tree
For I have asked them all.
A lonely tree I saw from the glass
Its limbs they hung as to weep
I thought to myself I could cheer it up
And myself, all in the same week!
With an old dog bowl, first I set
At the base to water the birds
Then a plastic bowl I buried to the rim
With seeds and other treats
I started to notice the tree didn’t cry,
The sappy tears no longer flow
For the joy it has with the wildlife now,
We both have begun to grow!
Now every morn, I awake to this tree
And watch it almost smile
As each little breeze touches it leaves
As the birds stick around for awhile.
With a few more bowls, and a dish or two
Some squirrels have joined the fowl
Amazed I was to see these critters
Come up to me now, too!
I can't explain the joy I receive
With a peanut in my hand
As a little squirrel shyly comes to me
And thanks me, as I stand.
Now the only witness to this you see
Is the now happy, mighty tree
With each and every passing day
We share Serenity!
EMH 8-14-04 Copyright ©2004 Eveie
Here is a pic I took of that tree
