apple tree seedling and poem

May 19, 2020

Apple seedling ever so fair,
What is it that you're doing there?
From what I can see you're becoming a tree. Simply just there, looking at me.

Sitting still, evaluating and knowing truth.

God guides it.
Light finds it.
Water replenishes the baby tree.
Guiding turns and twists
As it abides its given path,
And prevails.

"Stay out of too much sun little one and remain to endure to persevere in a yard someday" I say.

Divinity guiding, embarking, in the light of day. Renewed Strength and Hope.

Clever.