Old Tree
I`m circled with LoveI`m circled with angels
from the Lord above
hands held together
clasped firmly and tight
these are precious angels in my sight
I`m just and old tree
and
don`t know
what they see
but
I`m so very happy
they are all around me
I can hear
their heart beats
and
want them to know
they are the reason
I continue to grow
I will cover them
with shade of Love
in the heat of the day
and
provide a branch
for the eagle
and the jay
I am big cedar
red
and smell sweet
these are Gods children
circled around me
nurturing the roots
at my feet
I tell the other trees in the Forrest
to be proud
and stand tall
these angles
will not let us fall
I`m just an old tree
and
don`t know
what they see
but
they are everything to me.
by HC Holbert
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