Am Thankful For The Trees
The morning arose in a whisper of
so tranquil and peacefully fair;
mesmerized I watched its grandeur
then I thankfully murmured a
From my window I watched the sun
easing slowly up out of the east,
and I saw a red-breasted robin
alight on the feeder to feast.
The trees seemed to shimmer with
greening and bathing in dew,
and my garden was bursting with
in colors of every hue.
How often we all take for granted
the treasures that only God made,
with never a thought to be
for flowers and trees that give
But if these were all taken from
what a colorless world it would
therefore, from now on I will
for each flower, robin, and tree.
Copyright © 1996 Ruth Gillis
Previously published in the March
of The Inspirational Poet