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The Story Of Trees
JAP (6/16/1950 / Shreveport, Louisiana)

The Story Of Trees

Poem By Judy Arline Puckett

The story of trees From the beginning trees have played a important role in life,
from the tree of life, the tree with the forbidden fruit,
each story with a lesson to help us along the journey to find strength to stand alone,
wisdom to stand together, and hope for life eternal through the cross.

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One tree left
Once a forest now a field,
Once a thousand trees lived. Now one tree is left,
One tree standing by it's self

. Once there were too many trees for me to be counting,
They covered the top of a mountain,
They were the earth's wealth,

Now one tree is left One tree standing all by it's self.
Trees were caught up in a blaze,
And if we aren't careful one of these days,
We will see one tree left,
One tree standing all by it's self.

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The heart of a tree

With branches reaching out as if for a embrace
The tree may bow to nature with grace.
He stands alone when the wind blows strong.
The leaves may fall, but the tree stands tall.

There are some things that the eyes can't see.
Like the heart of a tree. In winter's cold chill,
You can see the tree stand still.
Leaves are gone but the tree stands strong.

Until winter turns into spring and the birds begin to sing.
The leaves may fall, but the tree stands tall.
There are some things that the eyes can't see.
Like the heart of a tree.

Through storms and the wind.
Bowing with a graceful bend,
Until the sun shines again,
still standing at the end,

The tree is like a true friend.
The leaves may fall, but the tree stands tall.
There are some things that the eye can't see
Like the heart of a tree.

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The old Tree's secrets

How many lovers sit together under the old tree?
If only the tree could speak.
The stories would be of weary travelers finding a place of peace,
and dreams in their sleep.

Stolen moments of lovers, perhaps a sweet caress
A young man with a ring, a young girl said yes.
Tree I only imagine, I enjoy the guess.
Gentle breezes that lifted the leaves to let them gently fall to earth.

Misting rain to meet the tree's thirst.
Perhaps two trees inter-twined are two lovers that were curst.

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