My  brain suddenly went on a spree,
And said "a poet you ought to be".
The first thing that came to mind,
Is where poetic words I find?

I thought of the Sequoia tree,
And what Joyce K said it to be.
It gets so close to God above,
It shows His nature and His love.

A poem to be as lovely as a  tree,
Takes a vision of what each can be.
Heavenward reaching clear and free,
Birds from its top the world to see .

A  poem  reaches beyond the sky,
Can let even the blind see why.
The soul has comfort in Jesus love,
Imagines beauty of heaven above.

Dove sleeps on a trees long arm.
Builds a nest away from  harm.
Food abounds,  the dove can see,
A perfect place, it's home to be.

Each presenting all views sublime,
Sweet pleasure in passing of time,
Viewing granduer of a great pine,
Seeing in verse,  a world divine.

Both exhibiting for all to share,
Displaying Gods beauty everywhere,
Minds versed in Godly thought,
A home for man our Christ bought.

Composed  By Al Evans