Trees...All Things Made New

Trees

Noble trees, you had a small beginning,

You and I both; but with the years, so many

And kind and prosperous, we have grown old,

I older than all of you, as it now seems;

But you are trees, all with massive trunks

And spreading branches loaded with green, now full

Of glowing summer foliage. My bloom

Of youth is long gone by; my autumn days

Dwindling toward winter; but with peace, and hope

That falling leaves bring ripeness, and God’s word:

“See, now, that I am making all things new!”

Author Notes: At age 104, Don Fletcher continues to write short stories, prose pieces and lyric poetry.