No one tells a tree how it should grow;
or how to shade a lonely heart.
It spreads it branches naturally.
It teaches us about eternal love;
and houses the mourning dove,
It lets the sun shine through
brilliantly from the heavens above.
The tree I planted so long ago
has seen me sobbing all alone,
when I confided all my sorrow.
What comforts me a little
is that it will hopefully still be around
for many a tomorrow.
Someone else will look up to it in awe
and wonder who it was that foresaw
the beauty and peace it would bring,
and help a lonely soul to sing,
when blossoms bloom
in the early spring.