The Old Chestnut Tree
Under the spreading chestnut tree I pondered for a while
And touch the trunk in wonderment of its roots within the soil
For to bear a weight such as this the grip is deep below
And the water that it feeds on that makes it thrive and grow
And in its foliage small birds nest when springtime comes its way
And protects them till they fledge their nest and stealthy fly away
And in its base the mice and shrews find homes away from all
A place they will find comfort in that’s safe when predators call
And the old owl will hoot its hoot on the branches of this tree
As I spare my thoughts to be inspired for all it does for me
As its branches they stretch out to reach the sky above
Like arms embracing all around in an act of nature’s love
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