Tag: nature

Behold the blessed linden in the spring,
Its fragrant flowers and its verdant leaves,
A shelter and a solace for the wing,
A honey source for busy bees, it gives.

Behold the blessed linden in the summer,
Its canopy a refuge from the heat,
A place of rest and peace for the newcomer,
A spot of joy and beauty on the street.

Behold the blessed linden in the fall,
Its golden hues a signal of the change,
A witness of the seasons and their call,
A reminder of the cycle that’s not strange.

Behold the blessed linden in the winter,
Its branches bare but still a graceful sight,
A promise of the life that will re-enter,
A symbol of the hope that’s ever bright.

Be not the oak that faces stormy gusts, Which breaks beneath the fury of the wind. Instead, be willow, bending as it must, A haven for the wearied kin, you’ll find.

Be not a rock that dams the rivers’ flow, That brings about the havoc of the flood. Yet be a pebble, letting waters go, Creating paths where once tall barriers stood.

Be not a star that flares with blinding light, A spectacle to all who dare to gaze. Instead, a moon that guides through darkest night, A soothing, gentle source of graceful rays.

Do not be oak, or rock, or star that sears, But willow, pebble, moon that endears.

The birch tree braves the winter’s icy grip, Its branches bare, white stark against the sky. It does not mourn the loss of leaves or gold, But waits with patience for the spring to nigh.

The birch tree knows the seasons wax and wane, Each carries purpose, beauty, grace, and pace. It does not fear the frost, the ice, the rain, But greets each one with elegance and grace.

My soul, like birch, endures and perseveres, To rise from earth to heaven’s radiant light. It stands unbowed, unbroken by the cold, But shines with faith and courage through the night.

From birch I learn to face life’s change and strife, To trust in self, let faith and courage guide.