In the Trees

  

  In the Trees 

 

  

  In the trees,

  the fall leaves blow,

  in the light breeze.

  In the trees,

  the sun shines through,

  and it's now,

  just me and you.

  In the trees,

  is a treehouse,

  where I sit,

  and think about all,

  You have made.

  In the trees,

  I see the grass grow.

  It grows,

  and changes,

  That's what I want to do,

  grow to be,

  who You want,

  me to be.

  Seeing Your creation God,

  in the trees.

  

Reviews

[wordman]

a wonderful tribute,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[Dorita]

thank you:)

[wordman]

you`re welcome