Stood a birch, white and green,
Such a sight as rarely seen.
Sudden the storm, complete the fall–
Hollow the core revealed to all.
Stood a man, clean and strong,
A well-known sight for miles around.
One false step–Notoriety!
Feet of clay. Astonished, we?
Flaws of nature are everywhere,
Man and tree, whoever they be.
Yet of fallen trees may seedlings rise,
And to broken saints, God graceĀ supplies.
Abigail Nobel, BSN, RN, MA
Thank you! I appreciate your feedback and will keep it in mind for future posts. š
I enjoy your poems. They provide a nice contrast to the other posts and are a witness to your faith.