Sunday, July 25, 2010

Tall and Proud

Tall and Proud

A seed no more it grew tall and proud
The days, the months, the years go by
Not like the small wanted a crowd.
No, alone it stands majestic and high.

In spring the buds bloom telling
The same old story every year
In summer the leaves wave to me
Saying hello and good cheer.

The fall brings leaves of yellow and brown
They rustle in the wind saying goodbye
Though they sway to and fro to the ground
A new seed would like to touch the sky.

Winter brings a fresh blanket of snow
Sleeping patiently waiting so cold
The sun beams through ice cracks to show
An eager young tree, sprouting from below.

By: Luke Delia

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