When Looking at a Tree

May 27, 2014

When Looking at a Tree

It does something to me inside,

It does me good somehow,

To look up at a well-clothed tree

As the wind blows through,

And see the thousands fluttering,

The myriads of leaves,

Dancing, oh so merrily!,

In the genial breeze.

The sunlight comes a’pourin’ through

Like a kaleidoscope;

It stirs the love of beauty,

And fans the flame of hope.

One day my heart with beauty-love

Will be quite swept away

With the glory of the Eternal God

In His sinless, Holy Place.