By Tatyana Sumakova
What is in a tree?
But beauty in and of itself,
Only time can tell what it has seen,
The light that sins and gives life away,
Throughout the day things begin to play,
Squirrels chase one another in glee,
And birds chirp away,
As the day goes on and things begin to fray,
And children come home from play,
A young couple decides to stay,
Under the tree they pray,
That the beauty, the peace, the love they have to keep.
As new turns to old,
And time will not hold,
We all must move on,
So a new day may unfold.
So this is the beauty within the tree,
For it will hold things untold.