By their very presence, the natural elements give a powerful testimony about the magnificent Creator.
Oh maple tree, maple tree Who made thee?
With your crimson décor that radiates
When the golden sunlight gleams
On your shimmering foliage,
Illuminating moments of inspiration,
Painting luminous tales in hearts,
Tangibly making a silent testimony
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Oh maple tree who made thee with
This wondrous torso of serenity
Providing a sanctuary for wanderers
Drifting under blackened skies,
While panting nocturnals chant their plainsong
Pulsating in syncopated rhythm
Oblivious of your silent testimony.
An excerpt from a Poem by Monica Sappleton
(copyright 9/15/2009) All rights reserved. No part of this poem may be reproduced or copied without written permission of the publisher.
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