Majestic Tree

Verse 1

In my garden, softly lined with time,

Stands a tree that was not always mine;

Rooted deep in earth both rich and true,

Yet unlike any tree I ever knew.

In winter's hush, it seems so still,

A silent form upon the hill;

To common eyes, so plain, so bare

Yet spring unveils its secret rare.

Chorus

For it is not a single tree,

As first to us it seems to be

It rises tall above the land,

Two souls deep in nature's hand.

For long ago, a hundred years,

Through sunlit days and weathered tears,

They grew as one, side by side,

Till none could see where the forms divide.

Verse 2

A cherry blooms in blushing grace,

A chestnut stands in strength and place;

Together feeding wing and hoof,

Bird, deer, and squirrel beneath their roof.

And in their union, I can see

A lesson shaped so tenderly—

How differences need not divide,

But flourish better side by side.

Chorus

For it is not a single tree,

As first to us it seems to be

It rises tall above the land,

Two souls deep in nature's hand.

For long ago, a hundred years,

Through sunlit days and weathered tears,

They grew as one, side by side,

Till none could see where the forms divide.

Verse 3

They do not strain, nor push, nor cry,

No jealous reach toward the sky;

Instead they weave a quiet art,

Two living forms, one beating heart.

And when the fall paints gold and flame,

Their colors dance yet not the same;

A masterpiece of leaf and air,

No single tree could ever compare.

Chorus

For it is not a single tree,

As first to us it seems to be

It rises tall above the land,

Two souls deep in nature's hand.

For long ago, a hundred years,

Through sunlit days and weathered tears,

They grew as one, side by side,

Till none could see where the forms divide.