Saturday, January 31, 2015

A brief ode to the unassuming tree

Amidst the brick walls you sit in a row with your kind,
Watching many people pass by.
Hurrying on to their next destination,
they cast only a sideways glance at your location.
Without your leaves, it is easy to see through you.
And yet, to the one who takes the time,
you are still reflecting the glory of the Creator who calls you 'mine.'