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Lessons from Trees


A tree, like man, is born to toil,
As leafage falls, lies for a time
In dormancy, then makes the climb
To start a life, through crust of soil.
If nature’s kind (at least is fair),
The sapling usually will thrive;
Takes what it needs to stay alive
From earth and water, sun and air.
Through countless seasons, start to end,
The searing heat and bitter cold,
The wind and blight that make it old,
And topple many a fellow friend;
Despite the years of overuse,
Put upon by man and beast,
The tree complains not in the least,
Nor asks for respite from abuse.
Day by day, it seems to know
The One who made it, made us all;
So, when it feels the final call
To leave its place in earth and go,
It yields itself for greater good.
In dying, gives itself to man,
Providing, in what ways it can,
Warmth and shelter with its wood.
Sage advice is sometimes free.
The message of this simple verse
Is:  we could do a little worse
Than take a lesson from the tree.
S. M. Chen
In the author’s words: I live in CA near my daughter and her family, including a pre-school grandson, who reminds me of the little children for whom Christ had an affinity. I work part-time as a hospital-based healthcare professional, play piano for cradle roll, and enjoy tennis and biking to the beach.
This poem appeared in December 2013 at Adventist Today,


Silence my soul, these trees are prayers.
I asked the tree, “Tell me about God”;
then it blossomed.
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) was a Bengali polymath—writer, poet, painter, and composer.

Recorded as chant with singing bowl by Joelle Chase.


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