The question is...how long will majestic trees be able to breathe in our poisons and still be able to give us the oxygen we need to live? They are one of God's marvels.

Creation Sustainer

Walking the road, I see it ahead
Tall, narrow, broad places wide.
The home for many creatures
That crawl, creep, fly and hide.

Little bugs slip inside their holes,
Birds build nests, lay their eggs.
Young ones raise blind heads, to
Seek worms their hunger begs.

Branches spread low and high,
Stretched above friend and foe.
They shelter both life and death,
Stand against rain, wind and snow.

Leaves so tiny grow full and lush,
Green to start, then turn to greet
Fall in colours gold, oranges, red;
Then return to earth's soil to meet.

Trees take on many tasks of home;
Then another deep breath we take.
Leaves clean polluted air; breathe in,
Breathe out, sustain creation's make.

free flying spirit ©
February . 2010