This poem has been running through my mind for a while, so it's being posted in hopes it'll deliver some smiles.


PROVISIONS

What do you see when looking at trees,
Wood for a fireplace or pretty colored leaves.
A home for songbirds, shade for the ground,
Bark for the woodpecker's tommy gun sound.

Will imagination take you climbing up high,
Hiding in solitude, nearly touching the sky.
Will you think of carbon dioxide, being removed from air,
Or the tons of oxygen, they're replacing everywhere.

Trees, like water, are bountifully supplied,
Elements only a Loving Creator has power to provide.