Sentinel Tree (a poem of inspiration)
There is a tree, a lonesome tree,
that is a good friend of mine,
Standing guard, beyond my yard,
in the rain and fine sunshine.
When the winds blow, it does sway,
Gives and takes in the breeze,
In Winter snows and an icy grip,
Its strong limbs refuse to freeze.
In Summer its shade, a welcome rest,
Where I'm cool and sit a while,
Its Springtime blossoms are such delight,
And are always worn in style.
In Fall its leaves, a mixture of reds,
Its brightness so fills the air,
Against blue skies and white fluffy clouds,
Does make my day so fair.
At sunup, it stands to greet the sun,
To start each day anew.
In evening sunsets, graces the sky,
Still standing on guard, so true.
My sentinel friend, this special tree,
Shall never let me down.
In every day, and every way,
It will always be around.