The Tree

Trees are magnificent things
There are millions on our Earth
Some are tall and thick and strong
Whilst some are halted at birth

Oak, pine and Christmas
Though traditional for some
There is only one type for me
My heart for which it won

This tree is very special
It has plenty of stories to tell
Its seed is gold, its existence priceless
It is mine and I will never sell

Its trunk is really thick
To support the life above
To bear the fruit and flowers
The eagle and the dove

The branches there are massive
reaching for the sky
Its twigs are spindly fingers
That crumble when they die

The body has many knots
from the weight it must support
However big the burden is
A tough fight my tree has fought

The fruits are just as special
for when the object dies
It is mourned and celebrated
Then buried where it lies

Flowers are new hope
Sprouting and blooming oh so new
Reflecting the morning Sun
or beading the morning dew

Though this tree is really old
Say many hundreds years
It is my life and journey see
It’s everything I hold dear

What tree is this I hear you ask
It’s a plant that is always free
With the new being born, and the old fruit gone
It’s my own Family Tree