A Coat of Banter

Your tree limbs have been good friends with time
Stretched over the watery deep
Surrounded by decay, as snow fell in the wintery-times
The earth seemed jaded slow brown in its creep
Up to your strong roots as if dependent
On your overwhelming determination
Not to give up, every minute spent
Giving love whether true, tainted or infatuation
You are a Marvel of creation

The snow’s cold stayed a bit from you
Respecting your perseverance
At times I dream clearly of you
Happy, helpful, caring, steeped in your vigilance
As if you have to do all these things
A ransom you pay for the extra time you’ve spent
Adorning yourself in life’s frills
Giving your all in everything, laying patient
You are a Marvel of creation

In celebration of your days we all came
Flowing in from life’s treacherous chill we resign
Our hearts smiling as we bask in fame
Cause you are of no ordinary design
This rough life seems only to blossom
Your flowerless tree branches
Grasping why we cannot begin to fathom
Giving you new reasons to peer into these trenches
Changing our lives with warmth, if that alone
You are a Marvel of Creation

                                        Copyright May2007 J.R. Thomas