Poetry: The Tree

by Liam

Just outside my window, there stands a golden tree.

Every leaf in autumn is a letter left for me.

Some have many colors, from green to crispy brown.

I keep these in a big old book hidden in the lounge.

On each leaf’s a story. I’ll share one if you like.

“Be patient, kind, and curious,” I’m reminded of this day.

“Grow to be the truth in you,” another leaf did say.

“Light is where we come from; light is where we go.”

“Love is all creation, so always let it grow.”

These words, they are whispered by a whisperer deep in thee,

Written down by God’s own hand, on leaves below the tree.

Now while you walk amongst them, feet firmly on the ground,

Keep your eyes on God’s good love,

And you too will be found.