THE MAPLE TREE

THE MAPLE TREE

I don’t know why God placed me here
But I think He picked the perfect spot .
Here now for a century , not just anywhere
But here ! This is my chosen lot .

I’ve shaded this quiet country home .
Watched this family passing by .
Watched children grow and leave to roam .
Felt my leaves blow off and die.

Heard children’s laughter fill the air
Swinging on a swing in my branches there.
Watched her brush her auburn hair
Underneath my branches there .

Sunday picnic beneath my summer shade .
Watched a loving family have fun and play
Watched her auburn hair begin to fade
As time gently coaxes her hair to gray .

Seasons come and seasons go .
Horse and wagons pass to and fro.
God continues to let me grow
In this favorite spot I know .

Years pass by , the road is paved .
Cars and truck go swishing by.
Times are changing , nothings saved .
Every one rushing, on the fly.

I think I know why God placed me here
A loving shelter from life’s storms
Help protect a wonderful family from all fear
With shade and cover from devil’s swarms .


by Luke