What could e more beautiful,
A mountain or the sea;
A mountain in the distance,
And the wind that blows the tree,
It's really kind of simple,
Such beauty elementary;
A tree there in its beauty,
So hard for me to see the sea.
I wonder why I do this,
When it's as easy as can be;
The mountain full of beauty,
And the tree to see the sea.
It's not as if it's perfect,
This poem about a tree;
But in the peace of knowing,
God reveals the tree to me.
So as I stare to the distance,
Past the stairs there is a bird;
A tree there in its beauty,
Where there life becomes the word.
Signed,
I moved