The tree that always grew,
that shaded when the sun was hot
and reached its arms to comfort
the children that played 
around its sturdy trunk,
looks different now.
 
The leaves have crossed
from green, to gold, to brown
and withered in the cold.
They fall haphazardly, 
unsure of where to land
and how to fall. 

The change has come 
from within the tree,
not from lack of water
or hope, or care from those
encircling its trunk
and tending the orchard.
 
Though the winds of winter 
will blow harsh 
through bare branches,
spring will come
and the sun will shine
on the young earth.
 
A new tree will grow,
where only a sapling stood before.
With love and gentle care
it will flourish in the sun,
and it will be
Crowned in Victory.


october 2003
© Janet Reid 



("Crowned in Victory" is the meaning of the name Stephanie)

 

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