See that tree standing in that spot?
Could’ve been planted by likely not.
A flying bird might have dropped a seed
and a sapling grew up like a weed.
A farmer with his mighty ax
left it there so he could relax.
When he came back the tree had grown
and looked so good he left it alone.
As it grew taller its limbs spread wide
and it stretched toward heaven with such pride.
It’s leaves danced with joy in a slight breeze
and branches shivered in winter’s freeze.
So many places it could have stood
and each place might have been as good
but the place it occupies today
must be where it was meant to stay.
Kilmer said God can make a tree
but poets reflect on them you see
and all the poems that we may write
can’t really express our great delight.