Through the window I see trees, trees, trees providing fodder for poems like these.
|A COUPLE 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 woodpeckers' tommy-gun sound.
Will imagination have you climbing up high,
Hiding in solitude, nearly touching the sky,
Do you think of carbon dioxide bein' taken from air,
Or tons of oxygen, they're replacing everywhere.
Trees, like water are bountifully supplied,
Elements only Thy Loving Creator has power to provide.