A Song for My Tree

On the day I was born

So they tell me

and I believe that it’s true

a tree sprouted somewhere out in the world

and is growing along as I do

Oh! Where is my tree?

How’s she doing?

I really would love to know

if she’s deep in a forest primeval

or in a swamp where the dark waters flow

Does a girl like me like to climb on her limbs?

Or fly in the air on a swing?

Is there someone to hug her?

Does she like warm or cold?

Does my tree know what seasons may bring?

My tree ~ she grows older as I do

Like me she’ll eventually pass

But I hope in my heart

that she’ll live way beyond me

to see the world peaceful at last

Somewhere in the world a tree sprouted as I was born. What an amazing thought! A tree that doesn’t know me began her life at the same time I began mine.

My brother’s first grandchild was born last year ~ and a Tree grows for her, too. As I held this tiny little girl I realized that it is doubtful that I will live to see her grow up. In fact, I hope I don’t. I am 68 years old. Even if I live to 100 she will only be 32 (if my arithmetic is correct). My emotion is not sorrow to think this, but anticipation. She will know a world I will never know. And that is the correct order of things.

So I sing a song to my Tree and the Trees of all the children. May they all grow in wisdom and love and peace. May they live to bless their world and make it good.

Original photo by Dorothy Barkley Bryson iPhone 14 Pro November 7, 2024 "Tree & Field: A Blessing for Life's Seasons."

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