Linda Mitchell
The
Wild Dogwood
The small dogwood tree stands among the towering oak and
pine,
Never being noticed in its sleep
during the winter time.
Then suddenly from Winter- Spring
begins to breaks through,
And the tiny tree seems to magically
come to life it's true.
The tiny tree puts on its flowers of
so pretty and white,
and becomes one of the most beautiful
things in sight.
Then man and machine step in to begin
stripping the trees,
Never caring for the small tree that
God placed here for us to see.
The poor wild dogwood really never had
a chance,
Because they cut it down without even
a glance.
Now it's branches - stained and
soiled- on the ground they lie,
And the flowers petals begin to
shrivel and die.
If only man could stop long enough to
see this tree as I
With its branches reaching out to the
heavens on high.
Then maybe he would stop for a little
while and think.
Before the beautiful wild dogwood
becomes extinct.
Linda Sue Mitchell
Copyright
©2003 Linda Mitchell
What Do Flowers Feel ?
Have you ever seen
window flowers glistening in the morning sun?
Ever wonder if they
are sad or if they having fun?
As you look upon their
beauty every day,
Do you ever wonder
what they might have to say?
As you sit and look
into their beauty so sweet,
Do you wonder if they
ever weep.
Do you wonder if they
feel pain like you or I
And if in
their own way do they ever cry?
As they give birth to
their flowers so pretty
Do they to feel the
love for the birth of their beauty?
And as summer turns to
fall, do they feel the pain of death ?
Do they know they are
taking their last breath?
Have you ever seen
window flowers glistening in the morning sun?
Ever wonder if they
are sad or if they having fun?