The Tree of Life

 By J.C. Hoskins

I remember when I was young and growing like a tree.

My branches blowing in the wind, enjoying life so free.

I watched as other trees, bent their branches towards the sun.

While I was playing busily, swaying and having fun.

I didn’t notice as I matured, I was getting set in my ways.

As time passed me by, it was harder to change each day.

My branches crossed in destructive paths, cutting deep within my limbs.

My life was in danger as I started drowning in my sins.

I watched as an old acquaintance of mine had done the same as I.

He leaned and bent from earthly ware, which was causing him to die.

If only I had listened to that still small voice within.

What blessings I would have reaped and not be at this dreadful end.

Oh how I prayed that I had reached my branches towards the sun.

When a gardener came to me and said there is much that needs be done.

He pruned away my bad limbs and nourished all my needs.

He cut my branches down to size indeed he humbled me.

I feel I have a new start now as if life as just begun.

And so I’ll reach out straight and strong, my branches towards the sun.

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