My Favourite Tree Poem by Leanne Bryan

Trees roots
Branches and veins
They cling and grow in the soil
They somehow exist, surviving nature's toil

They have beautiful leaves and flowers
A delightful pleasure for us all
When the fragile dead leaves fall to the ground
They remind me of us humans
Living through our ups and downs

We grow tall, we stoop low
Through our stumbles and falls
We get pruned or cut down
But we grow again, if we conquer it all

On which path we take, that will depend
The years sometimes relentless we strive to the end
The enemy comes to kill, steal and destroy
With arrows which can pierce you with fear, pain or joy

Battle on true strong soldier
Your fight's not in vain
It will all be worth it
It will be for your gain

Beware of wolves in sheep's clothing
That await at each turn
Always wearing God's full armour
He will protect us till the end...