The Dogwood Tree

If you have never walked beneath
A canopy of leaves,
Or stumbled over fallen sticks
Or strolled beneath tall trees-

You never yet have really lived,
Nor can you ever know
The joy found in the woodlands
When the seasons come and go.

The spring is filled with beauty
New leaves unfold each day,
The redbuds burst florescent
With the heralding of May.

But nothing rates so beautiful
Nor holds such awe for me,
As I feast upon its wonders
As the sacred Dog-Wood tree!

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