This one has always reminded me of a faithful pastor.
Planted by waters, expected to grow,
given the duty to lead,
first in the food chain given to man,
designed for anothers need.
I bloom in the spring with flowers bright,
knowing they'll soon disappear,
the giving of beauty is not my command,
i continue my growth without fear.
Soon there is fruit and i am fulfilled,
my branches are heavy and full,
along comes a man with food as his need,
my fruit is released with a pull.
Soon it is gone and Summer is past,
my leaves start to change then they fall,
seasons have changed and winter is near,
when cold bitter winds come to call.
But cold bitter winds cannot hurt my growth,
only take my dead branches away,
because here by the waters i'm planted by God,
and here by the waters i stay!