Gentle and serene write, somewhere friendly to take shade in the heat of summer but not so sure about the lightning.
Has a hymn like quality. Nice one ole chum.

A perfect choice. Trees are majestic. They bow to no one.

INDEED, THIS IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL, SELFLESS SHARING. IT TELLS OF ONE WHO JUST WANTS TO EXIST...BEING BENEFICIAL TO OTHERS AND GIVE PRAISE TO OUR GOD. I BELIEVE THAT EVEN NOW HE IS PLEASED WITH YOU REGIS FOR YOUR DESIRES ARE GOOD AND HOW HE LOVES YOU! THIS WORK CORRELATES WITH THE WORD OF GOD THAT SAYS(PARAPHRASING)'...EVEN THE TREES CLAP THEIR HANDS AND GIVE PRAISE TO GOD.' THANKS FOR SHARING THIS KEEPER, MY FRIEND. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Yes, I am sure the Lord is well pleased with this royal write. Excellent in-sight, Regis! Well done!

Regis! This is beautiful. "I think that I shall never see.........."!
The aroma must be awesome! Thank you for this beautiful offering as lovely as one who comes to mind!

Love ya!

Jane

A crafty and peaceful work, enjoyed!

I think you would make a lovely tree, you seem to know the true value of such a thing as God's tree, Great imagery dear Regis, keep on inspiring us, xo

I like trees woods and forests so I enjoyed this
tribute to the cedar, Regis. One of your best
poems I would say, and a British Columbian like
yourself must be blessed with mountain greenery.

best wishes

kenny

A lovely poem and a lovely thought. The Lebanese would not have become a seafaring, trading nation had it not been for the Cedars of Lebanon, all but gone today.

I recall traveling to a particularly rocky parts of Tennessee and Kentucky where only cedars grew on the harsh soil, seemingly devoid of substance and nutrients. Cedar has a wonderful aroma that is useful for driving away insects. Making the wood long-lasting and less eaten by insects. I clad my house in Georgia with Western red Cedar. It required no paint or stain for 20 years. I only had to replace an occasional piece of siding that was damaged or deteriorated.

Ron

A tree-mendous write, and tribute to the cedar tree. If you were that tree, I'm sure you wouldn't have a wooden heart in your "chest."

Is that cedar or pine, either way the poem is as handsome as the tree...-e-

Oh brilliantly put!
This is not a cedar tree at all. This is what we would wish we could be, were we not merely human beings with human weaknesses.
Bravo x

Beautiful poem about the Cider Tree.

Sandie :)