The Tree

Submitted by Nathanael on Mon, 02/18/2008 - 04:47

Oh, look at that tree,
Much, much taller than me,
Reaching way up for the sky.

I looked at that tree,
So much taller than me,
Thinking ‘twas higher than high.

As I looked at that tree,
I wished dreamily
That up near the clouds I could fly.

Like a bird in that tree,
So much higher than me,
Seated in his nest, warm and dry.

While I walked by that tree,
I stumbled dazedly,
Wiping a tear from my eye.

Sitting down by that tree,
I realized suddenly,
Better to accept, than ask “why?”

For God made that tree,
But…He also made me!
It is He that wiped my eyes dry.

Author's age when written
15
Genre
Poetry
Tags
thoughtful
Realization
Flight
acceptance

Comments

Nathanael

Tue, 02/19/2008 - 17:45

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I thank you for your comments.
Yes I know...I'm not much of a poet. But my
brother, Ezra, told me about this sight; so I
thought I'd give it a try.

Serving Him,
Nathanaelâ€

We are waiting for the long-promised invasion.
So are the fishes. ~ Winston Churchill

Anonymous (not verified)

Thu, 02/21/2008 - 14:18

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Your poem is lovely - it's cheerful rhyme and straightforward lines made me smile. Ezra's poetry is beautiful but your poetry is different and beautiful as well. It's so hard to compare art - and to a large extent creative writing is an art - and what one person might think is better or worse might not be to another.

Nathanael

Thu, 02/21/2008 - 15:04

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Thank you so much! You made my day (and it's only 7:00 in the morning)! I can see what you mean though. I guess you could say I'm my worst critic.
Serving Him,
Nathanaelâ€

We are waiting for the long-promised invasion.
So are the fishes. ~ Winston Churchill