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The Meaning to Life
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
A name is hard to come by When you are tree not new.
I sit here and wonder over all of these years.
What is my purpose, why am I here?
I realized a little more each change of season.
As I soon found out, God always gives us a reason.
As a seedling, I only watched the ocean roar There was little else around here but that sandy seashore.
The sun beat down hard in those early days There were only other seedlings, no buildings or shade.
And there were no roses or violets in my view.
When I was a sapling about three feet tall My trunk as well as my limbs started to sprawl.
As I watched a young town come into full view With houses, children playing, even a church, to name a few And little red roses and blue violets started to come into my view.
During the first stages of my earlier life I was growing bigger and stronger - yet experienced some strife.
I was nestled in this town, bustling and growing Yet there were storms that still surprised when they came a blowing And blew all the red roses and blue violets out of my view.
As a mature tree, I began to know what I would see Year after year, in this little town, next to the sea Fortune and prosperity would come and go Like the tide in the waters, the ebb and flow.
And only sometimes were the roses red and violets blue.
So, now as an old tree, thick and canopy full I understand my purpose in this purpose-driven pull.
I am everything I have endured over these years The seashore, the water, the people, their tears.