A Tree

By LaVerne P. Larson.

Truly lovely gift from God,

Tower of charm and grace,

How very bare the earth would seem

Without your emerald lace.

You reach up toward the heavens,

As if in reverent prayer,

To welcome sun and rain

With faith beyond compare.

You shade the weary traveler

And beckon birds to nest;

The wind tells you its secrets

As the day is lulled to rest.

Boys often scale your lofty heights

To view the countryside;

You seem to like their company

And sway with gentle pride.

We thank Thee God for every tree

That towers up from earth,

That we may share its beauty

And know its wondrous worth.

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