The Life in trees live on for ever
Their gallant Spirit leaves them, never.
In the trunk and boughs and roots
Its inner Spirit endlessly shoots.
Plundered and burned into the ground
There resonates a different beauty to be found.
Blackened charcoal then emerge so strong
Proving its place to still belong.
Crafted then so firm and straight
Its new beginnings to relocate.
Endless pencils thick and thin
Produce drawings for every whim.
With strokes of beauty to behold,
Sketches, pictures, wealth untold.
Oh! the glory, perfected fame
Encaptured back into a wooden frame.
Ready to be admired once more
As man’s senses reel and soar.
Trees, wood, charcoal – its Spirit asunder
Our Lord’s great gift of amazing wonder.
As we live our lives on this earthly realm,
Then end up in boxes of Oak and Elm,
Whether in soil or crematorium pyre
To be consumed by almighty fire,
Our Spirits and smoke arise
To settle as bright stars in the skies.
So look up at the Heavens tonight
You will see our Lord’s guiding light.
Your senses reeling you will see
A special someone shining down on you and me.